Hop Out Cho Feelins Lyrics

Yeah
Know what I'm sayin', I
I'm just smokin' and chillin'
Real Westside shit
Compton, nigga
You already know what I'm talking 'bout

Mm, ay yeah
Pull up with a thang or two, yeah
You know what I came to do, uh
Slide down the avenue, yeah
Did what I had to do, oh
Infinite flavors, yeah
Pick your favorite, yeah
Keep shit player, ooh
Thinkin' 'bout running for mayor, yeah
Looking at the Lakers, As-Salaam-Alaikum
Wa-alaikum-salaam, why thank you
We're the realest niggas alive
Hi hater, bye hater

Bye hater, Bye Felicia
Not today, not tomorrow either
Shit, look though...
It's a lot of vacant houses, whole city like a toddler
Make the block look snaggletooth
Auntie in the Congress, no Johnny, it's the projects
North Saint Lucy Liu
Tryna kill bills off a Dollar Meal really will fix your whole attitude (Attitude)
Been rapping 'bout the real since a lil' nigga
Nigga, imagine if I had a booth
I was only nine years old when I found my soul
Cuz had me in the booth, booger-nose
First shit I ever wrote
Shorty blood had the whole block posted
Everybody tweaking off the vocals
Anti-social, I'm posted, I'm like Roddy
I can't cope, I don't know, could be anxiety
First line was about my nigga Chucky
Just heard that he died on the last Friday
I'm fucked up

Hop out 'cho feelings, uh, hop out them feelings
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh, I got a feelin', get it crackin' like acrylic
In the backyard chillin' with ya
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)

I just want a buttercream Beamer with an R&B diva
Slide straight to the pay like a Visa
Lil' freaky, lil' thick thang, keep a nigga bussin'
Got her fucking up her knee, like she signed to Adidas
Ever since a young nigga, I've been a leader
Always sat down on the Pledge of Allegiance
Bad-ass kid to the public, but to me, I'm like "Fuck it –
One day motherfuckers gon' see it"
Just took the kush out the Ziploc, watching 'Love & Hip Hop'
Meanwhile, a few channels down the block
They getting rocked by the punk-ass cops
I can't believe what I seen with my eyes
So nowadays, I'm like "Fuck it, I'ma look to the skies
And manifest anything I need"
Any pussy, any weed, any plug on a power trip
Fuck a plug when the whole team the power strip
No love to these niggas tryna politic
Got my guys all ready, got my queen all rready
How I sound already, how my songs all ready
Got 'em asking, "How these nigga ain't on already?"
I'm good, take it day by day
Pussy, weed, my vices, money in my safe
Cash going up as I elevate
I was down bad, now I'm hella straight

Hop out 'cho feelings, uh, hop out them feelings
Come hop off the ceiling
I want you to get high with me (Get high)
Come slide with me (Come slide)
Oh, I got a feelin', get it crackin' like acrylic
In the backyard chillin' with ya
I want you to get high with me (High)
Come slide with me (Slide)

You said you don't smoke
You said you don't smoke, but you gon' try with me (Try)
Don't you dare get paranoid, girl
I'm hot on asteroid, plus I keep that nine on me (Don't try)

Shit
Niggas puttin' fades on the beat and I ain't done, you feel?
Aight, bro, let this bitch ride for like a minute, yeah
My nigga Kal, my country cousin
Northside Saint Louis shit
All the way down in Dallas, that’s how we doin' shit, you feel?
And on my mama, my mama told me I'm that nigga, so fuck what y'all say
Nigga came a long motherfucking way
Castro Drive, you feel me?
Bermuda Road, all that shit
Northside Saint Louis, right there off 75th
Shit, I made like 70k off the festival, you know I'm sayin'?
So every time I see the number 70 I just feel blessed, you feel me?
I might even get a…