Hop Out Songtext
von Lil Shine

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 fuck
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 (Bitch)

(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 niggas 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
Bitch, 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 fuckin' 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′ll 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 motherfuckin' baby, I need my motherfuckin′ lean bottle
I don't pop no bottles, I fuck models, yeah, I love 'em
I′m a motherfuckin′ baby, I need my motherfuckin' lean bottle
I don′t pop no bottles, I fuck models, yeah, I love 'em (Bitch)

Hop out, bam, my pistol tucked
I made the bitch get on my nuts
I held the 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 fuck
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