Lyrics Hopscotch - Paris Williams

Michigan nigga beats banging like Dilla
I'mma keep it realer
Homeboy we don't feel ya
Said I was suburban but I never been vanilla
Seen fiends moonwalking on the block like it was thriller
Bout to hit the road stash the cash inside the sprinter
Through the highs and lows
Keep it rolling like a spinner
Flow so hot it could warm you through the winter
If you niggas don't know then it's time to get Familiar
Running up the price money sticking to my cleats
Looking so neat rocking glasses like a geek
Know my lil baby who a lady in the streets
But a freak up in the sheets
Got her biting on the tee
Got her running running every time I eat that
Tell me how it feel now thats some real feedback
Got that good good girl you know I need that
Niggas got the weak raps tell em they can keep that

Jumping in my bag like I'm playing Hopscotch
Staying on the gas can't stop won't stop
Jumping in my bag like I'm playing Hopscotch
On the paper chase on the way to the top
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Like I'm playing Hopscotch
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Like I'm playing Hopscotch

Me and my boys still making noise
Rolling through the streets all pushing toys
Trying to duck heat and stack my coins
Just last week I was unemployed
They could never fuck with me and should never try
I got way more than 13 reasons why
Got the motto tatted on me I'm a ride or die
Bout to hit my Jordan year spread my wings and fly
Ya Girlfriend said this her new favorite song
Barely know the words but she always sing along
Said the sound of my voice just turn her on
When it come to the boy she ain't never wrong
Want the lifestyle right now
Tell these niggas pipe down
My sound bound to make em go oh so Wild
Got the crowd just bugging Out
Wanna see ya jumping

Jumping in my bag like I'm playing Hopscotch
Staying on the gas can't stop won't stop
Jumping in my bag like I'm playing Hopscotch
On the paper chase on the way to the top
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Like I'm playing Hopscotch
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Jumping in my bag
Like I'm playing Hopscotch

I got hundred dollar bills on my mind
Different kinda thrills on my mind
Make no mistakes we gone shine
Tell the Dj run it back one more time