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HopOutBlick PNB
HopOutBlick PNB
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(ECG sippin' on freeze in it)
Hop out, give out faceshots, uh
I been on some shit, HopOutBlick been chasin' guap
In the mean time, I'm still active, know I'm chasin' opps
All these bitches tryna' fuck me, fuck I look like chasin' thots
I don't want that fuckin' ghost, all these **** fakin' Glocks
Bitch we turnin' **** toast, the Torchers known for bakin' opps
They say Blick you do the most, bitch I'm tryna' hit his tater tot
Ski Lack caught up Wicky, you know he felt that flamin' hot
Fuck Gunna, dig him up, that's another brainless opp
Headshottas, Big Torchers, know we only aim at tops
Big Oppas, Big Scorches, know we torchin' **** blocks
If you wanna be a Torcher, then you gotta' torch a opp
Don't be a bitch, hop in them V's, hop out and up your Glock
They know smokin' on this Chiefy, he got the hood on lock
He came out, they wet his tee, for thinkin' with his cock
We call this lil' bitch baby Laura, the way she getting drops
We hop out them cars and switch shit up for Shizzy
He just posted up with that Glock, but got caught without that glizzy
If they posted on that block, bend through that bitch and drop like 50
We hop out start sendin' shots the Headshottas, give out wickies
Did this feelin' on the Glock, like why she think I gotta stiffy
**** we the real Getbackers, big Torchers, run the city
**** Quazzy keep on hiding, I can't wait to get up with him
Pussy all your **** dyin', how you ESK but don't get busy
**** know I keep that iron, like it ain't shit to get up with me
They hit Mike all in his chest, I heard that bitch spit up his kidney
How you tryna' diss? Your homie killer walk around
**** I can pop my shit, my homie killer in the ground
If you diss the bros, we spin that block drop hundred rounds
**** claim Lil Jah
But oh shit where Gunna now? I came back from out the O
Put a switch up on the pound, they like "Where you get that from?"
Man, this bitch from outta' town, waitin' for a opp to slip up
Hop out, chase him, gun him down, hit that top then watch him spit up
Try to run but we runnin' down, dissed that block now he can't get up
And we smoke Cam out the pound
Yeah this that Cam, ****
Big Torchers ****
This a Torcher party
Everybody get them B's
Jump out them cars, stand over top
**** bitchin' sayin' please
We don't shoot from cars we chase him down
We wanna see **** bleed
I ain't a bitch, the only reason he ain't die cause he had his seed
Jump out boy, they know I jump out and just squeeze
Bro jumped out on him, broad day, why you think his name BD?
We hop out them cars and run shit down, shout out to 3
**** we been catchin' murders way before we heard of Lil Kee
I heard Lil was twitchin, when he got hit with that heat
You know HopOutBlick go crazy on the opps, shoutout to me
You know Loso hop out bangin' on the opps, that **** teed
You know Lil Cam died, two weeks after they hit CC
Big 100 on that car, spin his block, bitch you gon' see
Big 100 on that car, spin his block, bitch you gon' see
Written by: HopOutBlick PNB
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