Hoppin.

Hook:

Hop
In the car if you know you’re a star
Have fun with the squad
While you pray to Allah

I don’t care where you’ve been
Just be who you are
If you came for that part
You may leave with a scar

Verse 1:

Slow down, Touch down
Count of Monte Christ-Town

Geezy in the Top down
Screaming about my hometown

Niggas want a showdown?
Never wanna throw down

Party finna Go Down
Heard he trying to Go now

Felling like a “Sellout”
Blasting “College Dropout”

Niggas trying to show out
Playas whip they Glock out

Thought it was a shoot out
Flashing Lights, I dip out

Heard more shots ring out
How Am I gonna get out?

(Hook)

Verse 2:

How was I supposed to know?
Niggas didn’t go slow
And kept a .44, In their 4-Door

When they know that a loco Hoe’s a “Oh No”
Retros on my feet, My Voice is Too, Low

Shooting in the sky, the clips Eisner no joke
Niggas in the club, Roll up theIr Indo

Man I’m on the ground just trying to get ghost
Anybody talking shit, please bounce like techno

(Hook)

Adlib:

Show Me
Show Me Your Love
(Repeats with chorus)