Hoop Session

“Hoop Session” EBK Jaaybo – Lyrics Hoop session Where the suckas at ain’t tryna rap today I popped an addy cause the percy had me actin cray shots coming back a n***a throw a soda can this way Walked up on the sucka with a 9, I ain’t had a drac A foolie party let’s see who could smoke a opp first Blood tried to do a skit with ghost glock it did not work I’m mad I bounced out with this janky chop it did not twerk And over Slo we up the score I know my opps hurt Aye wake the city up my youngan tryna get in one Aye don’t be scared you got choppa on you, lift him up My click look like a pair of fake titties this ain’t no cinnabon And why y’all still askin for more ain’t we spent enough Ain’t we did enough Go pick that n***a up Choppa hit him in his lower stomach, got him shittin blood Aye why you buggin bout the hoe, this your bitch or something Don’t even look this way cause dadda shootin if you lookin funny (dadda shooting shit) Dropped the lo but I got bag I coulda left it there Grown ass blood ain’t clearing up no rumors that you hear It’s n***as out here with them switches better be aware Used to be cool but I’m gon pop youI ain’t trippin Knew that he was weird, Hold on let me spin through, who on 7th street Protect the G and keep that fully on me that’s what’s best for me Walk downs Ain’t no human there All that’s left is me His opp is dying Get his address, we address the beef You never seen a grown man cry till you see this crease Just keep your j’s up or there ain’t nothin bigger than the G It could be the middle of the summer we gon ice it up Like Christmas Eve, 2 1 southeast I’m with the one that smoke so MVP It’s more opps that we can smoke so I ain’t done steppin Swapped 22 for 29 I think this gun wetter I don smoked so many damn opps I think it’s time I treat my lungs better She said she loves steppers But I just love vector aye Beat the road up with aggression tryna get a check Oh he got diamonds on it’s a stick up let me see your neck Poppin doors on opps and droppin lows I’m really into that Like how the f*ck you got no cho and got a kitty cat Grab the big body off the light and get it tinted black I stuffed J in my wood but it was mixed with black No better than the drop a lo on me you know I’m spending that 223’s hit his ass He ain’t gon live through that Hoop session Where the suckas at ain’t tryna rap today I popped an addy cause the percy had me actin cray shots coming back a n***a throw a soda can this way Walked up on the sucka with a 9, I ain’t had a drac A foolie party let’s see who could smoke a opp first Blood tried to do a skit with ghost glock it did not work I’m mad I bounced out with this janky chop it did not twerk And over Slo we up the score I know my opps hurt I know my opps sick