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hariroc & tana - homie hopper lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i’m a f+ckin’ homie hopper, i wan’ take down your gang
she don’t understand my swag, that’s why i f+ck with her friend
hop out like it’s pistol tag, i start sprayin’ at your van (rock that sh+t the f+ck out, hari)
i’m atlanta, it’s just me and my mans
n+ggas keep stealin’ swag, i had to stop showin’ my hands
whenever chris not home, i got the glock in my pants
i was like fifteen years old when i started counting bands (yeah, yeah)
what’s up with your b+tch? she actin’ like a fan (what’s up?)
n+gga get tump off tryna f+ck with my mans

[verse]
i’m in london linkin’ with all the tens
i ain’t interested no more, you weren’t tryna f+ck when i ain’t have bands (yeah)
i been locked in, tryna come up with a plan (yeah, yeah)
and most of these n+ggas leeches tryna come up off they mans (yeah)
i got a hundred for any n+gga in this room who’ll stand (yeah), i bet no n+gga stand up
she wanna f+ck with me just ’cause i’m tana (just because i’m tana)
i ain’t even spend my advance, n+gga, i’m like ten up (i’m like ten up)
i just hit onyx, threw this trap money on dancers (on them dancers)
i don’t need to rob, my man’s will make you put your hands up (put your hands up)
i’m f+ckin’ with hariroc, he got his own swag (his own swag)
i ain’t f+ckin’ with you, you wasn’t f+ckin’ with me, i was down bad (i was down bad)
i ain’t need n0body, b+tch, i went out, got my own bag (my own bag)
i left columbus and since then i ain’t goin’ back
let’s get it (frrt, let’s get it)
[chorus]
yeah, i’m a f+ckin’ homie hopper, i wan’ take down your gang
she don’t understand my swag, that’s why i f+ck with her friend
hop out like it’s pistol tag, i start sprayin’ at your van (rock that sh+t the f+ck out, hari)
i’m atlanta, it’s just me and my mans
n+gga keep stealin’ swag, i had to stop showin’ my hands
whenever chris not home, i got the glock in my pants
i was like fifteen years old when i started counting bands (yeah, yeah)
what’s up with your b+tch? she actin’ like a fan (what’s up?)
n+gga get tump off tryna f+ck with my mans (b+tch)

[outro]
(you get tump off, p+ssy)
i ain’t interested no more, you weren’t tryna f+ck when i ain’t have bands (rock that sh+t the f+ck out, hari)
(when i ain’t have bands, you wasn’t tryna f+ck with me)
(you know what i’m sayin’? i’m— i’m— i’m straight right now)
and most of these leeches tryna come up off they mans
(most of these n+ggas just copycats, n+gga)
(n+ggas wanna f+ck with you for your swag)
i bet no n+gga stand up (i bet no n+gga stand up)
(she just wanna f+ck with me ’cause i’m bana)
(i’m talkin’ ’bout rock this sh+t the f+ck out, hari)

- hariroc tana lyrics

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