HOBKNOCKER

[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 niggas only be looking to get they funny up
If I see 'em come around they know they getting muddied up
Don’t give a fuck
I’ll pop out on like any nigga, keep it tucked on waistline, you know I am not fucking wit' the play time
You can’t rhyme, you know I’m only riding wit' the best, got the foo foo niggas stressed, I’m on the block and never need a vest
Introduce a nigga 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 fuckin' bitch cream, you know I’ll take ya life away on live stream (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: EDDISON]
Ayy
Bitch, I hop out the Beam
Ayy
Bitch, 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, bitch, we still on fuck shit
Gang gang, if you ain't gang you can't hang
You so broke, what you on for?
Noctvrnl Gang, its what ya bitch say
I'm sippin' drank, put my whole three in a Lemonade
Bitch on my dick, ayy
Because I'm cool, ayy
Finna pop up on this pill like ooh, ayy
I'm in the same damn shit that I been in, pussy
I'ma pull up on yo' bitch, she gon' suck up on me, suck up on me
Gang
From the 9-5-4 to the N-Y-C
Bitch, it's Big Double D

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]
Me and my boys in NYC, and we poppin' shit
I walk into the Rick Owens store, 'cause I'm coppin' shit
Rick Owens shorts, big pockets, I be droppin shit
Take that nigga out of the photo, we be croppin' shit
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 nigga starving and he gotta eat
I'm smoking so much weed that the stars are not that far to me
I'm sorry, bitch ass nigga, 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' shit's a part of me