Hobby Lobby

Not even with the rapping shit, boy this is a hobby
Shot up at yo mans at the fucking Hobby Lobby
Your girl really like me, yeah she sucking on my knobby
Drive by on your block but the license plate was foggy
They see us and all they do is copy
Heard you dropped a tape and heard that shit was floppy
Eight in the morning, going down on her body
Ate her pussy pedals like it was a fucking poppy

Dropping out of class
Bitch i'm heading to the top
With the mop
Fuck with us and then we let this choppa chop
Brop brop brop
Your music sucks boy, yeah it's time to stop
Your music sucks boy, yeah you always flop

I make money like every time i'm breathing
Drop another track then my profit start increasing
Drop another bitch yeah she thinks that I have feeling
Drop another empty clip, make him get to bleeding
You ain't doing shit bro, what you be achieving?
Made it to the top, money stacking through the ceiling
Shooters in your hood, yeah you know we always creeping
Unless you wanna die bro, you better get to leaving

Not even with the rapping shit, boy this is a hobby
Shot up at yo mans at the fucking Hobby Lobby
Your girl really like me, yeah she sucking on my knobby
Drive by on your block but the license plate was foggy

Witchcraft magic
Call me Amity Blight
It's on site
Poles in my bag
We light up the night
Fireworks
Right hand you know I got a knife
Left hand to find out gotta try me in a fight

Me and Xixal yeah you know that we are fatal
Made flowers decay even still up in the cradle
Doing you like funky town you thought this was a fable
Smoking on napalm, 50 grams on the table
Shipping DMT 10,000 Bahts on the label
MDMA in your head we put a staple
In your car while you're driving around your neck a cable
Snitching on us we hid his body in the stable

20 grams in the bag and you know I got a Zippo
Check a couple commas so I blow it on a zip code
Organize his murder we ain't order in a hit though
I'm a little busy I'll hit back in a bit though

Don't think you wanna fight, bitch we play unfair
Super rare
Posted in our city, thought we weren't aware
Bitch beware
MP5 hit you as you pussies stare
Blood everywhere
Really bout this shit
Boy I swear, yeah I swear

Got this urge to shoot baby, yeah this shit is itching
Beamer in the back, shawty better stop yo bitching
Semi to an auto, bitch you know we get to switching
Now he's laid out, yeah that's just how we living

Not even with the rapping shit, boy this is a hobby
Shot up at yo mans at the fucking Hobby Lobby
Your girl really like me, yeah she sucking on my knobby
Drive by on your block but the license plate was foggy
They see us and all they do is copy
Heard you dropped a tape and heard that shit was floppy
Eight in the morning, going down on her body
Ate her pussy pedals like it was a fucking poppy

Your bitch call me papi too, just saying



Credits
Writer(s): David Debuf
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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