paroles de chanson Hobby - RoadRunner KB

They told me take off, so you know I'mma do it
I ride around with a motherfucking toolie
I smack on that ass, put my face on her booty
Young nigga really out here just maneuver
Pursuing
We groove and get into it
Fuck is you doing?
You not moving
Yeah, you losing
Yeah, you lost it
I ride around with a motherfucking rocket
I sell a pack and then I count the profit
You say you connect that
I think you should stop it
Stop it
We sweep up the floor and we mop it
We not from out here but yeah we be mobbing
I just met that little ho and she top me
Yeah, we be road running in a lot
Yeah, getting money, I made it a hobby
She love the KB she gon slob me
The Spanish bitch call me her papi
I eat that bitch up just like we at Hibachis
We lay in OxyContin
Need more of them drugs and I swear I won't stop it
I limit myself to be solid
Gotta watch what you put in your body
Road running, we made it a hobby
I keep a gun on me so how can you rob me?
I'm really not with all that talking
No, don't talk to me if you still walking
These hoes they be bitches, they bark
But really have nothing to offer
No, I can't talk to an officer
No, I can't go back to Hollister
I'm in Wisconsin, we eating peach cobbler
Oh, we get them drugs from the doctor
Would you catch a case for your partner?
Do it
If he had one more strike
I just want one night
One night
One night
Remember used to steal bikes
Now we hit the road for the night
Yeah, and we keep a whole lot of pipes
Yeah, but I don't want to shoot
I want to fight
Yeah
Knock a pussy nigga off his bike
Knock him off
Smoke 23 woods like Mike
But I can't do white like rice
No way
I was shooting dice in the heights
In the heights
I was hopping gates in the ham
Yeah, pussy nigga told in jam
On this fucking jam
Pussy nigga fold like a chair
Fold like a chair
Pussy nigga fold like a chair
Pussy nigga, pussy nigga
They told me take off so you know I'mma do it
I ride around with a motherfucking toolie
I smack on that ass, put my face on her booty
Young nigga really out here just maneuver
Pursuing
We groove and get into it
Fuck is you doing?
You not moving
Yeah, you losing
Yeah, you lost it
I ride around with a motherfucking rocket
I sell a pack and then I count the profit
You say you connected, I think you should stop it
Stop it
We sweep up the floor and we mop it
We not from out here but yeah we be mobbing
I just met that little ho and she top me
Yeah, we be road running in a lot
Yeah, getting money, I made it a hobby
All new drip, no bands
We was in the Hilton getting in
While you was at home with your kids
Bitch, I got a nine, no kid
Got a Nina
And I got a pack, no cap
Pushing nigga shit way back then
I was in the trap really trapping
Ain't start raps about last year
And I don't even think it was a year
Not a year yet
Gotta clear these stones in my ear
In my ear, yeah
And I got the phone steady ringing
Steady ringing
Bitches love me like I'm a singer
No Blueface, I might have to bleed him
Wipe a nigga nose for a reason
Wipe his nose
I'm clutching on this pole for a reason
For a reason
I'm chasing me a goal for a reason
For a reason
I want the people play me on the speaker
Yeah
When I think about the shit a nigga been
Through, I really got a lot more in me
I don't really understand these niggas
Why the fuck they steady wanna end me?
Weird
These hoes out here fucking for a penny
Penny
I don't want a bitch, they too friendly
They friendly
Got an all white broad with her panties off
You know a nigga handy like Manny
Man
I don't wanna talk, no bands involved
I'm trying to run it all the way to the top
To the top
40 On me, it'll knock him off
Knock him off
Leave a dead body in the streets for the cops
We ain't really even tryna talk at all
We ain't really even tryna talk at all
Talk
We ain't really even tryna talk at all
Talk