Hop Out Aint Worried x (3rdpeanut) (feat. 3rdpeanut)

I'm coming, I'm smooth, these niggas bitches, what they saying, f*ck them niggas, dude Because I'm wild and poppin', nigga, like a addict We gon' get em, we gon' bust em, all they trappin I ain't fuckin' with that bitch, but she want me Worryin' bout no nigga, what they sayin', leave em lonely You know what I said, Southside, where I rep these bitches Wanna get, we gon' bust all his heavy Ain't fuckin' with that bitch, so we gon' leave him on the curb If he f*ck on me, baby D when I step Hoes wanna f*ck me, duh Ain't worryin' bout none of that These niggas bitches, we get that When it's time, we blow all his mind Ain't worryin' bout no nigga yet Make him sit back, I make him get back Ain't make a nigga relax Talkin' all that shit, we gon' blow all your shit back Ain't fuckin' with that bitch, but I'm the sickest when I do that Ain't fuckin' with her, but she callin' on my phone She ain't wanna leave me alone But don't try to hit your door Get his head off Bitches wanna f*ck her, uh-uh, you can't play me, dawg When I'm down, we take him off Niggas bitches, what they sayin', dawg Hit him, we gon' blast him, hit him dead Take his head off I ain't round my own niggas, f*ck some niggas, dawg And them niggas dead too Asked about his pilot too I ain't round my own nigga, he'll inform her I can't be for due You should try to play with dude When I'm down, we gon' rape you Them bullets hit you in your face, we gon' rape you Nigga, I'm the clique He won't bust shit, he run up dollars in that blitz Ain't round my own nigga, f*ck that bitch We gon' pop all your head Niggas bitches, what they sayin And them niggas scared They don't wanna do nothin' yet Poppin' shit, rockin' head Boom, pow, poppin' shit Ain't round my own nigga, these niggas hoes, they know that Talkin' all that hot shit on the ground You can get the leak, yeah Ain't round my own niggas, I'm the sickest Ain't fuckin' with that bitch, but she all in her fit And I cut her quickly Ain't worryin' bout no nigga, I ain't trippin' bout them bitches You know I steppin' in that bitch, fresher than a bitch Run up down, we knockin' shit I ain't worryin' bout none of this I ain't worryin' bout none of that I ain't worryin' bout none of that I ain't worryin' bout none of that Yeah, my soul is, yeah, yeah Run up down, we put a fit I ain't worryin' bout none of that I ain't, I ain't worryin' bout none of that 3B, we gon' pop out, hop out Let a couple shots out Really splittin' through the fuckin' glock When I fuckin' hop out When I fuckin' hop out Niggas stare to dis it Through the mic Like, what the f*ck you talkin' bout Niggas pussy as a bitch All these niggas really copped out From my bruh out that back And you know what I'm talkin' bout Got some youngins out that third And they really pushin' back And they really pushin' past And you know what they at Postin' what the f*ck is told And you know we flippin' past Yeah Yeah What they sayin', 3P We out playin' with a nigga, man We been stopped playin' with him, dawg You know, Southside, you know where I be at You know, my nigga from the third You know You know, Vela in this bitch Huh You know we got a whole lotta money in this bitch Whole lotta drugs