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Hopout 10 - Miami Heat (feat. 41 Bones) Lyrics



Hopout 10 - Miami Heat (feat. 41 Bones) Lyrics




Know what the f*ck going on free da guys nigga
Rip Mauri, Otb 682
Hop out the strike and hit a head for no reason
Me & zo been steppin' on these niggas like a roach or sum'n

Quick to take a nigga out the game like a coach or sum'n
Shatter up his face like a window when it's broke or sum'n
Treat a lil nigga like a chair, you know we foldin sum'n
Woulda hit the stu, but we rap niggas for real

He a bitch when he sober, think he a demon off them pills
Leave a nigga body rollin' like he fallin' down the hill
Im fina heat his ass up cause he be freezin' on dem drills
Befo i headtap a nigga, I'ma pull my mask down

Like remember all that shit you said when I was out of town
If I'm clickin' then I'm shootin' till this bitch run out of rounds
Nigga Im f*ckin with Morticians how we put shit in the ground
He lookin' for who hit his top it wasn't me

Fina take a nigga striker I ain't even need the keys
My dumb ass forgot the tab, I gotta get that bitch from Z
Bullets stop a nigga whip like he was flicked by the police
Lean the choppa to the right and watch me do his ass wrong

I ain't even said a word, she already on her draws
See a opp im blowin' down, was never in the makin' calls
Bitch think I do construction, how im beatin' down her walls
Sticked up like the Navy, finna spin with 9Ks

Do a drill wit all the guys we finna come from 9 ways
He aint comin out, we sittin' on the drop for 9 days
Everywhere a nigga go I bring the heat like dwade
Tryna run up on me, I'ma box you, that's a quick fade

Twist a nigga up & turn his dreads into two braids
You do everything they ass tell you like a good slave
Risky been runnin niggas down and he ain't even 5'8
If your block got hit once, it wasn't me

We gon' spin his shit again and pray them niggas in the street
Tone get a rake, the opps fallin' down like some leaves
Got a button on the back, no need for aiming you just squeeze
Catch a murderer in the D den I'm headin' to the raq

The opposition like some freaks, they all got shots to the back
Stomp his face in the mud with these heavy ass tracks
30,000, all dubs them some heavy ass racks
We be movin' militant a nigga ain't gon' throw a rock

You got that lame ass semi , every glizzy got a box
We got some pillows in the strike, we sleepin' on this nigga block
Ain't aimin' at a nigga torso, I'm tryna hit a nigga top
Grab my ski and hit a block, we put niggas on the new

Skub was workin' with the boys, I heard he gave them niggas clues
Dump the fully at yo ass, I'm knockin niggas out they shoes
Stepped in some blood in my J's, turned these bitches into loubs
Bitch its bones, play with me I'm smokin' niggas like a pone

I ain't tryna f*ck you hoe I only called you for the dome
You don't see mag, but know it's on me, niggas better watch they tone
I ain't larry, see a opp, bet i ain't pullin' out my phone
Clips full of fat shit, I'm walkin' around with Glenn Davis

I ain't got this shit for nothin', I'm tryna make a nigga famous
Dead niggas in my luns, but I can't blow im on probation
Bitch said she wanna put mag in her mouth, I let her taste it
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English

Know what the f*ck going on free da guys nigga
Rip Mauri, Otb 682
Hop out the strike and hit a head for no reason
Me & zo been steppin' on these niggas like a roach or sum'n

Quick to take a nigga out the game like a coach or sum'n
Shatter up his face like a window when it's broke or sum'n
Treat a lil nigga like a chair, you know we foldin sum'n
Woulda hit the stu, but we rap niggas for real

He a bitch when he sober, think he a demon off them pills
Leave a nigga body rollin' like he fallin' down the hill
Im fina heat his ass up cause he be freezin' on dem drills
Befo i headtap a nigga, I'ma pull my mask down

Like remember all that shit you said when I was out of town
If I'm clickin' then I'm shootin' till this bitch run out of rounds
Nigga Im f*ckin with Morticians how we put shit in the ground
He lookin' for who hit his top it wasn't me

Fina take a nigga striker I ain't even need the keys
My dumb ass forgot the tab, I gotta get that bitch from Z
Bullets stop a nigga whip like he was flicked by the police
Lean the choppa to the right and watch me do his ass wrong

I ain't even said a word, she already on her draws
See a opp im blowin' down, was never in the makin' calls
Bitch think I do construction, how im beatin' down her walls
Sticked up like the Navy, finna spin with 9Ks

Do a drill wit all the guys we finna come from 9 ways
He aint comin out, we sittin' on the drop for 9 days
Everywhere a nigga go I bring the heat like dwade
Tryna run up on me, I'ma box you, that's a quick fade

Twist a nigga up & turn his dreads into two braids
You do everything they ass tell you like a good slave
Risky been runnin niggas down and he ain't even 5'8
If your block got hit once, it wasn't me

We gon' spin his shit again and pray them niggas in the street
Tone get a rake, the opps fallin' down like some leaves
Got a button on the back, no need for aiming you just squeeze
Catch a murderer in the D den I'm headin' to the raq

The opposition like some freaks, they all got shots to the back
Stomp his face in the mud with these heavy ass tracks
30,000, all dubs them some heavy ass racks
We be movin' militant a nigga ain't gon' throw a rock

You got that lame ass semi , every glizzy got a box
We got some pillows in the strike, we sleepin' on this nigga block
Ain't aimin' at a nigga torso, I'm tryna hit a nigga top
Grab my ski and hit a block, we put niggas on the new

Skub was workin' with the boys, I heard he gave them niggas clues
Dump the fully at yo ass, I'm knockin niggas out they shoes
Stepped in some blood in my J's, turned these bitches into loubs
Bitch its bones, play with me I'm smokin' niggas like a pone

I ain't tryna f*ck you hoe I only called you for the dome
You don't see mag, but know it's on me, niggas better watch they tone
I ain't larry, see a opp, bet i ain't pullin' out my phone
Clips full of fat shit, I'm walkin' around with Glenn Davis

I ain't got this shit for nothin', I'm tryna make a nigga famous
Dead niggas in my luns, but I can't blow im on probation
Bitch said she wanna put mag in her mouth, I let her taste it
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Writer: Santana Harper
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Performed By: Hopout 10
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Santana Harper
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