Xurco - Hop Out Lyrics

Hop out the Bentley, I hop in the Porsche Hop in the Rari, I put it in sport
Hop in the Cayenne, I dig up some more Hop in that Urus, I didn't want the Ford
Hop out that Rolls-Royce, I tip in the door Crank up that Z06, better than a Roar
Speed it up, hit the clutch and watch it soar

I hopped out the cell, went straight on tour Added jet in the Sky and I landed on shore
Pushed up in the Ford and it only got two doors I'm drippin' in the suede, see you got on that Velour
All night, see a n***a, ain't keepin' up score Rawstar got long jackets, hangin' to the floor
Gonna pull up, trippin' in the carrier, call the truck

Yeah, outlined the body in chalk Popped by the n***a, I ain't soft
Remember I was trappin' off a poach Cap it off a pound, let you boat
Money still callin' my phone Gettin' to it early in the morning
Playin' with the memes off of songs Got my fingers playin' in a pussy hole

She might get me playin' in a pussy hole The bitch actin' free, say she really want a taste
So I let her taste it in the studio Man, y'all a n***a catch a case, it won't end
Like the Macy's got Franks, so I took the bitch home
Hoppin' in a lot of Ford, 200 on that math That lil' boy, shit slow

Said I'm bored from the show, yeah, they came from the boat
Now we finna take this shit, go
Hop out the Bentley, I hop in the Porsche Hop in the Ferrari, I put it in sport
Hop in the Cayenne, I give girls more Hop in that Urus, I didn't want the Ford

Hop out that Rolls-Royce, I'm tippin' the door Crank up that Z06 bit and they roar
Speed it up, hit the clutch and watch it soar
Yo, I need to take another one, yeah, I already gave it
Thighs, I can see the bitch movin' with some white

Drives Vine, got the bitch spinnin' at a different rate
Skyline up high, I see the sundial, bae I ain't really worried what the other nigga got to say
Smashing on the pedal, you can hear the ground shake
Ha-ha, when a n***a hit it, better be recordin' on her face

If I get on her face, I won't let her He want him up, that way he check out the ghetto
She get on her knees and she do what I tell her
Yo, lil' buddy green, we gon' take him for a nap
I'ma put her in Lourdes, cut shit from the ghetto

I got on dark shit like I play the piano
Know you ain't bout your business, don't talk you for real
You can see that we winning, we ain't playing foul
I ain't, I ain't know him, you can get it on Cal

Hop out the Bentley, I hop in the Porsche
Hop in the Rari, I put it in Sport
Hop in the Cayenne, I dig a sport
Hop in that Urus, I didn't want the Ford

Hop out that Rolls-Royce, I'm tippin' the door
Crank up that Z06 bit and they roar
Speed it up, hit the clutch and watch it soar