HOBKNOCKER lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, put in on dow-)

[Verse 1: XatoKai]
Switchblade in the back of my pocket
You know I’m in for the profit, I always aim to get my money up
Stupid n*ggas only be looking to get they funny up
If I see 'em come around they know they getting muddied up
Don’t give a f*ck
I’ll pop out on like any n*gga, keep it tucked on waistline, you know I am not f*cking wit' the play time
You can’t rhyme, you know I’m only riding wit' the best, got the foo foo n*ggas stressed, I’m on the block and never need a vest
Introduce a n*gga face into my timberland
I got my oppas shivering, they’ll never play wit me again
Walk into the party and my diamonds glistening, he wasn’t listening when I told him I’m boutta up it on him
Think about me so much that I’m prolly in ya dreams, rockin' old supreme, while I’m takin' a shot of Jim Beam, you switched teams
So now I think it’s justified to make ya f*ckin' b*tch cream, you know I’ll take ya life away on live stream (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: EDDISON]
Ayy
b*tch, I hop out the Beam
Ayy
b*tch, I walk out the Beam
Big steppa, and I'm Big Double D
Big steppa in my Louis V/Supreme
I can't walk, watch out, I might slip
From the 9-5-4, b*tch, we still on f*ck sh*t
Gang gang, if you ain't gang you can't hang
You so broke, what you on for?
Noctvrnl Gang, its what ya b*tch say
I'm sippin' drank, put my whole three in a Lemonade
b*tch on my di*k, ayy
Because I'm cool, ayy
Finna pop up on this pill like ooh, ayy
I'm in the same damn sh*t that I been in, pus*y
I'ma pull up on yo' b*tch, she gon' suck up on me, suck up on me
Gang
From the 9-5-4 to the N-Y-C
b*tch, it's Big Double D
[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
Me and my boys in NYC, and we poppin' sh*t
I walk into the Rick Owens store, 'cause I'm coppin' sh*t
Rick Owens shorts, big pockets, I be droppin sh*t
Take that n*gga out of the photo, we be croppin' sh*t
Big bands, big pile of money, with the opulence
Everytime I ride the subway, hop it, they ain't stop us once
Everytime I ride the subway, leave a sticker on the seat
Dark liquor, brown liquor, I like all my liquor sweet
I smoke grabba-leaf, not so swisher sweets
I'll take a Bacon Egg and Cheese, don't be cheap with the meat
It's 3AM, but a n*gga starving and he gotta eat
I'm smoking so much weed that the stars are not that far to me
I'm sorry, b*tch ass n*gga, huh, pardon me
Didn't see ya there, I guess you're just hard to see
Lil Darkie, that's a tough act, hard to beat
I see them tryna spit, but this rappin' sh*t's a part of me