Hobby Lobby ft. Crackshed Lyrics

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