Hop

Hop

Yeah yeah first string onto open this motherfucker (hop)

Yeah (hop)

This be your boy x-con (x-con) (hop)

Got my nigga jt money in this bitch (jt money)

Hop 16x

Show em' how we do it at the crib

God damn right lets make this niggaz hot dawg

Get off player bout boy style ya herd me

Yo x-con lets ride nigga

(x-con)

Yeah

I've done hoped on the lick

Got this busta ass nigga

Wanna hop on the brick (mmm)

And i've been strictly bout my bread

Took the money beat that nigga down

And hoped on his head

I be hoping at the big party

Looking at me big ballin'

Hoping out of big body

Ya bitch know i roll hard

Cause she hoped on my knob

And swolled it slurped and slobed

I keep my pants saigon

And ever since a nigga hit it rich

Bitches hoped on the ban wagon (damn)

I got gangsta twist

Get guns in case i hop into some gangsta shit

Nigga, i ain't scared at all

That's way i hoped on hollow points

Just to tell my chall (hahaha)

And this bullshit has to stop

I told you, if i shoot your ass you hop

Chorus:

Hop

Girl, i like the way you make those titties pop

Hop

Turn around baby, shake it non stop

Hop

Youza a hop mutt don't drop your clot

Hop

Beat nigga down in the parking lot

Hop (16x)

Beat a nigga down in the parking lot

(jt money)

Yo, i lay sucker boys hot homes

Like they were sonya

Bring those things on the wheel

Put them on ya

If you wanna get out of line and violate

Suckers are fake and hate i annihilate

The game is dirty

Thought those boys would mess

Hoping on on your block

With those toys and shit

You see us rollin' on dubs

See us rollin' on scrubs

I would blowing on boys

And tearing up ya club

Oh we don't give a what?

See you know what it is

Suckers shaking and faking

I gotta handle this bitch

Money manges with x-con

Rollin with x-con

Suckers get flexed on

And gas like x-on

Real in the field

All about the dollar bill

You don't wanna hop

But my gap say you will

Draw down with the still

Bust shots at your feet

How you dancing in the street? nigga

Hop to the beat

Boy

(chorus)

(twig)

See i've done copped the 380

Now i hoped on the chopper

Hop on your brain if you come around her trying to short stop me

Hop on the plane cause i had a couple shortest pain

Things going to change now i'd done hoped in the game

How bout my bens? you know the one with the t.v's and shit

A lot of haters hoped around throwing up cause they sick

Hoping around the same way they be hoped on my dick

Why you acting like dog? i don't even want you bitch

Hop up if you want wanna watch your head get stitch

And even much worst you found dead in the ditch

When i'm in the club gotta hop to the bar to get me some lick

Those hoes hate it when im' on the hard they know how i get

My eyes be all red from smoking matrix

Those highjros got me hoping on those 20 inch sticks

The feds, they done got me from all those birds i copped

But they done lost the evidence

It be long tell i hop

(chorus)

(x-con)

Don't stop get it, turn around

Bounce it up and down hop with it

Money for sex, i'm not wit it

I've been got those hoes (yeah)

Everywhere i go i hop out limos

Nigga, smoking optima

If i ain't hopin up n down in your pussy bitch you got to go (get out)

I put my feet on the gas

Cause if i hop out this car i'm going to put my foot in your ass

I'm a baller now, no more penny pigeons

Hoped out of project houses into a mini mansion (damn)

I got money, i cant stop and chill

Hop to dinner said copped the grill (ding)

Every other day i got to hopped on some kicks

And its like everyday i got to hop on me a bitch

That's tight and it just don't stop

I'm sittin on dubs when i go to the club and hop

Chorus (3x)