Lyrics HOBBY - K$upreme, Evil Giane

HOBBY

Two Perc 10's now I don’t feel my body
I’m just kicking shit like I’m good at Karate
Get to that money my favorite hobby
The trap be busy like a hotel lobby
I’m tryna cop me a Rarri'
You a dumb ass bitch, I don’t care if you look like a Barbie
Smoking that dope like I’m Rastafari
One man gang, I don’t need a army
I brought my Glock to the party
Shark bags in came straight from Marley
You say you get money, that’s hardly
I run up the check, I don’t eat at O’Charley’s
I run to the money I’m never tardy
Balmain jeans, I ain’t never wear Ed Hardy
You niggas ain’t never trapped, sold a bag
Self made nigga, ain’t get shit from my dad
You walk in my closet see a whole lotta swag
I was down bad, I left that in the past
I get on the beat and I spazz
I get me a bag and I break it in half
You need a QP, yeah I’m taxing for that
Remember them days we was jugging them Mac’s
I ran up my sack and ain’t never look back
I work for this shit, put myself on the map
New Prada jacket with the bands in the flap
Niggas jealous, ride around with the strap
Got people depending on me I can’t lack
You ain’t never sold shit, that be rap cap
Bands stuffed down in my Kapital backpack
Two Perc 10's now I don’t feel my body
I’m just kicking shit like I’m good at Karate
Get to that money my favorite hobby
The trap be busy like a hotel lobby
I’m tryna cop me a Rarri'
You a dumb ass bitch, I don’t care if you look like a Barbie
Smoking that dope like I’m Rastafari
One man gang, I don’t need a army
I brought my Glock to the party
Shark bags in came straight from Marley
You say you get money, that’s hardly
I run up the check, I don’t eat at O’Charley’s
I run to the money I’m never tardy
Balmain jeans, I ain’t never wear Ed Hardy
Surf gang bitch