Hop In (Intro)

[Intro]
C'mon man, you ready or what?
Put that other stupid shit down
Get over here, c'mon, hop in the ride, you comin' with us
Fuck all that other bullshit, don't worry 'bout nothin' else
You with us

[Verse 1]
Got this feelin' in my right side
Chest about to cave in, rollin' through the night time
The police got a big crew and they don't really like mine
I'ma keep it blunt for a minute while I light mine
Even in the night time, I can make the light shine
See I brought the light here, beer? I bought the right kind
Got the right size of Patron and the right limes
Rollin' with a couple of my brothers and the right dimes
I got more hours on my time sheet than your father do
I'm such a motherfucker, I can probably be your father too
'Bout to break the chain instead of switching to my father's mood
'Cause if you knew what he knew, you'd say you ain't know me too
So back to my pack, where my pack stacked backpacks
After class do the dash, stackin' this math fast
Shawty put her hand in my pocket with a smash pass
Hit the money shot in the bath, that's a cash splash

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, I think it's time to hop in (Hop in)
Uh, uh, I think it's time to hop in

[Verse 2]
If you see me round town
I'm the nigga with his arm out the whip
With the four dollar sign
You can say, "What up?", it's fine
Swear I really won't mind
But if you ever try to play me
Turn your crib to columbine
To this day still ain't talkin' to the swine
Alright, fine
I say fuck you when I go to pay a fine
Now I really ain't lyin'
You likin' the way I rhyme
She's likin' the way I move
I'm likin' her dutty whine
I'm Irish and Italian, also from two islands
Haiti and the long one and they both stay wildin'
Try to keep the peace but they both stay violent
And ya' heart pumps red, my shit pumps more violet, I'm done

[Interlude]
Fuck that, I ain't done yet

[Verse 3]
You ever felt like, you don't know what it felt?
To really have felt life, and everything felt right
Highway patrol, ride slow
I don’t follow codes, my motto goes:
I’m on honor roll, I roll honorable
My game's abominable, I got her swallowing gold
I do the civic pivot
Switch lanes, leap frog, ribbit
I start to lose my mind, then let God get it
Rob whip it, Whippington
With my tricky pen, I trickle down, I never trip
I do not trick, I treat, when I sin
I was sent, to resent wack sentences
They boarded up the doors
So I'm crackin all the entrances, uh

[Outro]
Uh
Crackin' all the entrances
It's 40
What up? What up? What up? What up? Woah
Uh
Uh-huh
I bet y'all that that Welcome track was gonna be the intro
That ain't the intro
Come hop in to my mental
Uh, hop in
Hop in
Rob Wellz