Street Hop - Meyhem Lauren, Buckwild, Retch

This ain’t rapping, this is street hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot

Now get up, this ain’t rapping, this is street hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot

Now get up

Street hop nigga, more than a rapper

H O P, Howie owns powder

Buy and sell, got multiple lines on sale

Cause I ain’t tryna join my nigga rum in the cell

Phony niggas running rampant

Mainly family and friends, why they shit, cool cat trick

Never play it dumb, he get close

A nigga play you, played em with the toast

East, wheat, bread, dough

Rubber bands, waist band, 3 plus 4

7, Trey Pizzy, ain’t no guessing, I gets busy

With all this work it makes sense

30 thousand in change when every bird went

South, west, east, even north

I bring them wherever as long as they pay the cost

Ave a young boss

This ain’t rapping, this is street hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot

Now get up, this ain’t rapping, this is street hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot

Now get up

Still street with it, niggas hold heat frigid

Getting complex, beyond fresh, a magnifique blizzard

Deep dishes spinning like the weights behind the driver’s wheel

None for diction with a vixen, I’m the livest, still survivors skill better

You, I’m giving Queens the credit

I’ll take your wife in just a swipe it’s like I pay with debit

Life’s a net, set it up, bet it when it’s necessary

Fuck being legendary, living in a cemetery

I want to shine now, glowing in the present

Flowing in the desert while we opening the pheasant

Provide orders, and we ride daughters fly hoarders

Just getting by taught us, now we gone supply snorters

Shining like an April birthstone, rocking the earth tone

Full clip, shit in my whip, I’m in my work zone

Insert chrome, right in your mouth to get a point across

It’s summertime, I’m bout to cop another joint to floss

This ain’t rapping, this is street hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot

Now get up, this ain’t rapping, this is street hop

Now get up off your ass like your seat’s hot

Now get up

It’s the young polo massacre, spirit channeled through Africa

Hammer, I swing like Gallagher

I serve the work out the Challenger

Fuck collateral, crack, xannies, and Adderall

Anything for them c notes, gained the Cee Lo, we out in Reno

Serve on the D low, just so happened I rap

My girl the color of Jim Crow, it just so happen I’m black

Sported the slacks when I bought the yacht

Rode in the socks, left my phone in the drop

I need some time to my self

Just to think, smoke a new down in a blink

Start the grill, toast to me at the start of the meal

, Ebonics is spoken over the table

Steak cut, backwudz get emptied and rolled into blunts

And those get passed to my niggas

Damn, I got a little ash on my knickers

Launder the money through the soda club

My bitch Christian but she hold drugs

It’s Porter, nigga