Buckwild - Street Hop lyrics

[Produced By Buckwild] [Hook] This ain't rapping, this is street hop Now get up off your a** like your seat's hot Now get up, this ain't rapping, this is street hop Now get up off your a** like your seat's hot Now get up [Verse 1: Troy Ave] Street hop n***a, 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 n***a rum in the cell Phony n***as running rampant Mainly family and friends, why they [?] sh**, cool cat trick Never play it dumb, he get close A n***a 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Still street with it, n***as hold heat [?] 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 sk** [?] 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 f** 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, sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: RetcH] It's the young polo ma**acre, spirit channeled through Africa Hammer, I swing like Gallagher I serve the work out the Challenger f** 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 pa**ed to my n***as Damn, I got a little ash on my knickers Launder the money through the soda club My b**h Christian but she hold d** It's Porter, n***a