Lil Shine, Summrs - Hop Out lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Shine, Summrs - Hop Out lyrics]
Hop out, bam, my pistol tucked
I made the bitch get on my nuts
I held a Glock and watch him struggle
Hollow tips rip through his guts
Had them bullets watchin' cut
Hah, still can't watch it through
Yeah, my bitch, she bad as shit
(Jalen Go Kraz)
Got these bitches mad as f##k
I lost all the ones I loved
She just right next to me
I can't make this shit up
Tell me, what do you want? Said I won't talk
He said it was beef
I hit this bitch to my song
Know I thought, you was my type
Oh, you mad 'cause I'm at yo' bitch house?
You tried to up this damn fye
Know I'll shoot this bitch up
Drank givin' me hiccups
In the cell, I was doin' sit-ups
In that bitch, I was doin' chin-ups
Haha (B!tch)
(Come here, come here, Rino) Rino
Lil' Rino (Lil' Rino, hah, lil' Rino)
It's lil' Rino and Shine, lil' Rino
Go, go, go, oh, oh, oh (Jalen Go Kraz)
Y'all n#ggas sip green got a lot on my jeans
And my chain on freeze
She my California breeze
Do this shit with the ease 223 in my jeans
B!tch, I got what you need
Get his ass clapped, put him off the map
She like how I rap, she knowin' they cap
Ridin' Maybach, she so laid back
Get 'em on my drill, they was on my back
Double R, blackout that bitch
Got extended mag
Make they ass get up in the car
Until they f##kin' get yo' ass
He be talkin' crazy out the side of
His neck 'til I get ass splat
I heard yo' boyfriend pussy
And I heard that he a rat
I'd never switch on my partners
I got millions of dollars
I'll get his ass tied up, I'm with shottas
If it's a problem
I'm a motherf##kin' baby
I need my motherf##kin' lean bottle
I don't pop no bottles, I f##k models, yeah
I love 'em i'm a motherf##kin' baby
I need my motherf##kin' lean bottle
I don't pop no bottles, I f##k models, yeah
I love 'em (B!tch)
Hop out, bam, my pistol tucked
I made the bitch get on my nuts
I held a Glock and watch him, struck
Hollow tips rip through his guts
Had them bullets, watchin' cut
Hah, still can't watch it through
Yeah, my bitch, she bad as shit
(Jalen Go Kraz)
Got these bitches mad as f##k
I lost all the ones I loved
She just right next to me
I can't make this shit up
Tell me, what do you want? Said I won't talk
He said it was beef
I hit this bitch to my song
Know I thought, you was my type
Oh, you mad 'cause I'm at yo' bitch house?
You tried to up this damn fye
Know I'll shoot this bitch up
Drank givin' me hiccups
In the cell, I was doin' sit-ups
In that bitch, I was doin' chin-ups haha
I made the bitch get on my nuts
I held a Glock and watch him struggle
Hollow tips rip through his guts
Had them bullets watchin' cut
Hah, still can't watch it through
Yeah, my bitch, she bad as shit
(Jalen Go Kraz)
Got these bitches mad as f##k
I lost all the ones I loved
She just right next to me
I can't make this shit up
Tell me, what do you want? Said I won't talk
He said it was beef
I hit this bitch to my song
Know I thought, you was my type
Oh, you mad 'cause I'm at yo' bitch house?
You tried to up this damn fye
Know I'll shoot this bitch up
Drank givin' me hiccups
In the cell, I was doin' sit-ups
In that bitch, I was doin' chin-ups
Haha (B!tch)
(Come here, come here, Rino) Rino
Lil' Rino (Lil' Rino, hah, lil' Rino)
It's lil' Rino and Shine, lil' Rino
Go, go, go, oh, oh, oh (Jalen Go Kraz)
Y'all n#ggas sip green got a lot on my jeans
And my chain on freeze
She my California breeze
Do this shit with the ease 223 in my jeans
B!tch, I got what you need
Get his ass clapped, put him off the map
She like how I rap, she knowin' they cap
Ridin' Maybach, she so laid back
Get 'em on my drill, they was on my back
Double R, blackout that bitch
Got extended mag
Make they ass get up in the car
Until they f##kin' get yo' ass
He be talkin' crazy out the side of
His neck 'til I get ass splat
I heard yo' boyfriend pussy
And I heard that he a rat
I'd never switch on my partners
I got millions of dollars
I'll get his ass tied up, I'm with shottas
If it's a problem
I'm a motherf##kin' baby
I need my motherf##kin' lean bottle
I don't pop no bottles, I f##k models, yeah
I love 'em i'm a motherf##kin' baby
I need my motherf##kin' lean bottle
I don't pop no bottles, I f##k models, yeah
I love 'em (B!tch)
Hop out, bam, my pistol tucked
I made the bitch get on my nuts
I held a Glock and watch him, struck
Hollow tips rip through his guts
Had them bullets, watchin' cut
Hah, still can't watch it through
Yeah, my bitch, she bad as shit
(Jalen Go Kraz)
Got these bitches mad as f##k
I lost all the ones I loved
She just right next to me
I can't make this shit up
Tell me, what do you want? Said I won't talk
He said it was beef
I hit this bitch to my song
Know I thought, you was my type
Oh, you mad 'cause I'm at yo' bitch house?
You tried to up this damn fye
Know I'll shoot this bitch up
Drank givin' me hiccups
In the cell, I was doin' sit-ups
In that bitch, I was doin' chin-ups haha