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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hopoutblick
Performer
Kyzir Reeves
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hopoutblick
Songwriter
Charles Taylor
Songwriter
Kyzir Reeves
Composer
Lyrics
(Vinny, my name's Vinny)
(Vinny?)
(Vinny Bag O' Donuts, how are you?)
Big Torchers ****
Givin' out faceshots
DA on some shit, I'm thinkin' bout goin' on the run
Keep tryn' put me on lock for a petty ass gun
Ain't got no time for no jail shit, bro I'm tryn' get shit done
Loafin' at that Getty, hop out on 'em, then get done
HopOutBlickin', bendin' blocks, I swear this shit start gettin' fun
He dissed on my brother, now his mom missing her son
We keep hittin' **** tops, the HeadShottas havin' fun
Before we chase 'em, throw some shots 'cause I like watchin' **** run
They can't escape from the Glock, it got a switch, like boy you done
Broski crazy, fuckin' ARs, how you make the K come?
Bodies and Curry, throw it all, oh we tryn' chase sum
He was dissin', now he not, we made that pussy take sum
He was slippin' felt that hot, the Torchers tried to bake hum
I keep 100 with me, **** I'm still with my day one
I can turn you a vic, all I gotta do is say sum
Caught that **** out in public, why he tryn' play dumb
**** said he not from back there, he not tryn' claim them
Well, we don't kill civilians, **** we gon' get ya gangnem
Caught 'em comin' out that crib, even God can't save 'em
And we make sure **** dead, the Torchers still got face 'em
He got followed, camped on, and got dropped
Tino died six days later, we smoke on a different opp
**** you can't stop the rain, when we bendin' thru them blocks
We don't shoot from cars, we hop out, and send 'em shots
Now he dancin' with the stars, cause he was lackin' on that block
We sendin' shots, and then the bars, just ARPs on different Glocks
Three **** in this Backwood, and they from three different blocks
She wanna fuck me cause I rap good, she know I get the guap
Bitch I had a long day, get on ya knees and give me top
She keep sayin' I'm ignorin' her, I'm bendin' on an opp
She think I blocked her, my phone off, cause I ain't fuckin' with the cops
Shit my location, bitch fried, she think she bout to get the drop
Last bitch had to line me, my Torchers chased her out her Crocs
Bitch this glizzy bisexual, it shoot coochies and opps
She don't wait to hide on T, that shit got his man dropped
Every time a **** diss, that's another man shot
Told lil bro to get a V, cause that fuckin' van hot
**** know that we don't miss, go take a look at kam top
**** say that they gon' kill me, why the fuck I'm still alive?
I'm mixin' Ski Lack with the Danny, bro this shit get me big high
Ain't tryn' fight, bitch I ain't Manny, blick 'em, send 'em to the sky
Put that hot shit in his chest, bro how the fuck he still alive
That one **** caught a wicky, now you know he ain't survive
Headshot, headshot, he diss Jai, got deep fried
Should've seen his head pop, 'fore that pussy close his eyes
Just another dead opp, we scored again, ain't no surprise
That's a fuckin' dead block, cause all their homies been died
Every fuckin' headshot, but that's for all the dead guys
If I give you ten, bitch **** gettin' fried
**** bitches, down bad, yeah they don't spin up on they side
Written by: Charles Taylor, Hopoutblick, Kyzir Reeves


