Stuu&MUGSY FISHER - H.O.P. (feat. Mongo The Maniac)

Walking up I feel it
I just made a killing
I don't see no ceilings get life just for dealing
Six speed got me peeling
Smoking while I'm wheeling
Got hoes up in my kitchen they dream about me drilling

I don't really need y'all two cents
All y'all sound like a nuisance
High stakes shit like Ruth's Chris
So you know I stay locked down on ruthless
New coop looking so roofless
Hot girl Kim I'm Rufus (Yahhh)
Locked in her pocket she clueless (Wooh)
Scarlett my mistress she do this (Oohhh)

Flip it off the retail
Momma hate that weed smell
Hit me on the gmail
Devil in the detail
Trippin off a female
Hit it off the rebound
Sayin that she'll leave now
Nowhere to lean now
Fuck me once
And I'll hit it twice
Never talk again
I'll still survive
I'm not Superman
I'm not saving lives
No early morning
She leave at night

Dippin on the A rail
Marta like it's TL
Shawty got a hay bail
Working on good a tail
Carry out a full bail
Better have a good tell
If it don't fair well
Bout to be a farewell
Fuck it up
And I dodge the lights
Pulling over
Cause I'm too polite
Always Asking questions
But I keep it tight
No late nights
Just a sun rise

Walking up I feel it
I just made a killing
I don't see no ceilings, get life just for dealing
Six speed got me peeling
Smoking while I'm wheeling
Got hoes up in my kitchen, they dream about me drilling

Mongo man whatchu make today
Had a lot of clientele come my way
How bout you Stu what you do
just nearly missed being on the news
Damn man I don't understand
Three days in the pen for a half a gram
Got pen and paper with a working hand
So I'm Bout to write me an escape plan
Aye, bitches talk, Gucci socks
Pass the rock like I'm passing cock
Formulating on my newest plot
I ain't in the kitchen with a hot pot
Just cooking chicken in a crock pot
But I'm a bouncing betty and I'm bout to pop
Aye tell Betty make that ass pop
Throw thing round till the beat drop

Walking up I feel it
I just made a killing
I don't see no ceilings, get life just for dealing
Six speed got me peeling
Smoking while I'm wheeling
Got hoes up in my kitchen, they dream about me drilling

Written by:
Eric Stuart

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