Four niggas hoppin out, bitch we all got automatics
We just chillin' on they block, catch one out & we blast it
He got hit up in his dome i know you heard that shit tragic
That shit really bold asl they had to close that nigga casket
That shit really bold as hell they need to fix that nigga's suit
Nigga got his ass popped he in the spital eating soup
I be beatin shit down, the hoes love' me off the juice
Pourin' juice, sippin' juice, while I'm rollin' up some juice
Seven,two, bitch, I'm spinnin' bout them two numbers
Creepin down they block, slicin' niggas like some cucumbers
She done f*cked the whole gang, niggas cuffin' crew runners
Bitch say she finna drop my loc, I upped the tool on her
Pull up on a ham, eat and dip, dash and dine
I don't even talk to niggas, but the Glock a wave em' bye
He ain't never took a plane, well the chop a leave him flyin'
Niggas know they finna die, these niggas runnin' out of time
Don't give a f*ck about no camera, f*ck around and make a tape
You don't wanna feel this switch, stay the f*ck up out my way
We ina booth high as f*ck lil 10 cant feel his face
On my momma he ain't lyin', these dead niggas got me baked
Bitch, these dead niggas got me cooked
Too many fullys in a whip, we pull over we gettin' booked
Team full of dead niggas, all y'all niggas got the foot
He keep wavin pole around, but he don't know it's gettin' took
Be done walked a nigga down, don't give a f*ck about my feet
Hopped out blowin in that alley, ain't give a f*ck about my kicks
Every nigga round me bout it boy, you know we quick to pull a skit
Hit his V with the tool, my niggas into fixin' whips
Hit his head with the switch, my niggas into takin' lifes
In the backseat with the drac, cause I don't really like to drive
Boy you a bitch when its time, you never hop inside the ride
If he don't hop inside the ride, then his ass ain't one of mine
Ridin wit his pole in his stash, he ain't tryna catch no hat
Threw a switch on the 45, this bitch soundin' like a Mac
Turn his ass to Swiss cheese, put some hoes in his back
Just me and sticks, bitch, we trippin' with four hoes ina cat
Hopout 10 - Automatics (feat. 41 Bones) Lyrics
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Four niggas hoppin out, bitch we all got automatics
We just chillin' on they block, catch one out & we blast it
He got hit up in his dome i know you heard that shit tragic
That shit really bold asl they had to close that nigga casket
That shit really bold as hell they need to fix that nigga's suit
Nigga got his ass popped he in the spital eating soup
I be beatin shit down, the hoes love' me off the juice
Pourin' juice, sippin' juice, while I'm rollin' up some juice
Seven,two, bitch, I'm spinnin' bout them two numbers
Creepin down they block, slicin' niggas like some cucumbers
She done f*cked the whole gang, niggas cuffin' crew runners
Bitch say she finna drop my loc, I upped the tool on her
Pull up on a ham, eat and dip, dash and dine
I don't even talk to niggas, but the Glock a wave em' bye
He ain't never took a plane, well the chop a leave him flyin'
Niggas know they finna die, these niggas runnin' out of time
Don't give a f*ck about no camera, f*ck around and make a tape
You don't wanna feel this switch, stay the f*ck up out my way
We ina booth high as f*ck lil 10 cant feel his face
On my momma he ain't lyin', these dead niggas got me baked
Bitch, these dead niggas got me cooked
Too many fullys in a whip, we pull over we gettin' booked
Team full of dead niggas, all y'all niggas got the foot
He keep wavin pole around, but he don't know it's gettin' took
Be done walked a nigga down, don't give a f*ck about my feet
Hopped out blowin in that alley, ain't give a f*ck about my kicks
Every nigga round me bout it boy, you know we quick to pull a skit
Hit his V with the tool, my niggas into fixin' whips
Hit his head with the switch, my niggas into takin' lifes
In the backseat with the drac, cause I don't really like to drive
Boy you a bitch when its time, you never hop inside the ride
If he don't hop inside the ride, then his ass ain't one of mine
Ridin wit his pole in his stash, he ain't tryna catch no hat
Threw a switch on the 45, this bitch soundin' like a Mac
Turn his ass to Swiss cheese, put some hoes in his back
Just me and sticks, bitch, we trippin' with four hoes ina cat
We just chillin' on they block, catch one out & we blast it
He got hit up in his dome i know you heard that shit tragic
That shit really bold asl they had to close that nigga casket
That shit really bold as hell they need to fix that nigga's suit
Nigga got his ass popped he in the spital eating soup
I be beatin shit down, the hoes love' me off the juice
Pourin' juice, sippin' juice, while I'm rollin' up some juice
Seven,two, bitch, I'm spinnin' bout them two numbers
Creepin down they block, slicin' niggas like some cucumbers
She done f*cked the whole gang, niggas cuffin' crew runners
Bitch say she finna drop my loc, I upped the tool on her
Pull up on a ham, eat and dip, dash and dine
I don't even talk to niggas, but the Glock a wave em' bye
He ain't never took a plane, well the chop a leave him flyin'
Niggas know they finna die, these niggas runnin' out of time
Don't give a f*ck about no camera, f*ck around and make a tape
You don't wanna feel this switch, stay the f*ck up out my way
We ina booth high as f*ck lil 10 cant feel his face
On my momma he ain't lyin', these dead niggas got me baked
Bitch, these dead niggas got me cooked
Too many fullys in a whip, we pull over we gettin' booked
Team full of dead niggas, all y'all niggas got the foot
He keep wavin pole around, but he don't know it's gettin' took
Be done walked a nigga down, don't give a f*ck about my feet
Hopped out blowin in that alley, ain't give a f*ck about my kicks
Every nigga round me bout it boy, you know we quick to pull a skit
Hit his V with the tool, my niggas into fixin' whips
Hit his head with the switch, my niggas into takin' lifes
In the backseat with the drac, cause I don't really like to drive
Boy you a bitch when its time, you never hop inside the ride
If he don't hop inside the ride, then his ass ain't one of mine
Ridin wit his pole in his stash, he ain't tryna catch no hat
Threw a switch on the 45, this bitch soundin' like a Mac
Turn his ass to Swiss cheese, put some hoes in his back
Just me and sticks, bitch, we trippin' with four hoes ina cat
Writer: Santana Harper
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