B0P OUT B0YS ft. Jay Bandz & Big Bank Chubs Lyrics

Beat the fuck out that boy

Where he goin'?

Yeah-what the fuck?

Who the fuck that is in that corner right there? (Fuck, fuck man)

(Fuck, jit)

Bitch you bop o...

Bitch, bitch you bop out on me? (Bow)

(Bitch) Let's get it

Bop out on me, Imma hit you with somethin' (Aye hit him with that stick, man)

Huh (Jeesh, what the fuck is this?)

Bitch Imma beat the fuck out you

Find your bitch, Imma beat the fuck out her throat too (Ooh)

Hit a nigga up with .32s

Hit a nigga up, now he all up on the news

Hit a nigga up with the chopper, leaving no clues

Hit a nigga looking for the blues, all the blues

Bitch I need that, she sucking dick, oughta choose me

Yeah she like to choose, she chewing with her tooth

Bitch don't bite down though

Gotta get my dough, then I hit the road with big bro

Yeah we smoking dope on the road

Call up folks, hit a nigga up with the scope, with the scopes (Bitch)

Leave a nigga real smoked

Like antidote, bitch you getting real clear

Hit you in the ear, make your ass steer

Smoke his top, now that boy off in the air

This a hot car, bitch we sliding in a stolo

We got glocks in here, bitch do not stop

Hard Head got them big glocks, he ain't going for nothin'

And we got the sticks, send a nigga straight to the sun

Nigga talking 'bout "he want beef with me?" You ain't 'nun

Lil' nigga you pussy, how you praying like a fucking nun?

Jeesh worked the beat till his arm fucking tired

Bop up out the cut with a drac' like "hi"

I say Imma fuck that bitch till her shit get wide

The bitch say she a Christian (But she ain't even down to ride)

I say bitch I'm Yu-Gi-Oh, I got the power just like God

I say I pop a perc and sit back and just vibe

Call me the baby kid, I was in school getting high

The bitch she asked for twenty, I just gave the hoe a five

Yeah they thinking I'm a spirit, trying to figure out my vibe

I'll bop up out that cut with that fucking .40 ridin'

Excuse me (So what)

Do you have a problem with my gang, bitch?

I could lead you to Discords with more insane shit

Dropped ties with him, he didn't speak my language

When I start popping he'll be moving on in anguish

No, hold on (Ahem)

Sorry about that

My haters getting real jealous that I'm back

They wanna kill me so the clique I stay around that

And everybody listen to my voice because it sound bl

I mean, all this shit is really simple

How you fucking on the same bitch that you simp for? (Kyle you a bitch)

How you getting beat by a boy that look like a Winslow?

How you fucking drop to Nintendo extendos?

Driving in the rent slow, fly a fucking sling by your window

We ain't ever put these arms akimbo

Snatching up your bimbos (Then what)

Then I pass 'em to the kinfolk

Going stupid tapping on the temple, yeah

Shit pisser on the glock

.32 shots

Deacon turned demon

Pull up on his block, we gon' bop (Bop bop)

Jug shit up out his shop and we don't stop

(Hold on, run it back real quick like)

Shit pisser on the glock

.32 shots

Deacon turned demon

Pull up on his block, we gon' bop (Bop bop)

He ain't keeping nothing left if he a opp