Hobby

[Verse 1: YRN Lingo]

Getting money is a hobby

Drugging your bitch up she run around a lot

She sucking me in red Balenciaga

I fucked her then passed out that never a problem

I can do magic call me Harry Potter

You niggas is little ya’ll play cops and robbers

Can’t stand these fake niggas they some imposters

You is Luke Skywalker, I am your father

Money hanging out my pocket man can you not see

All my nigga camouflaged in army fatigue

Gold plated sharper Range I am the nigga that people wanna be

Kanye West ego, it’s all about me

Wanna live like me, gonna cost a fee

My diamonds so colder than the winter breeze

People that didn’t like me now wanna hang

Ain’t riding with that fake shit, nigga please

Put that shit over there get away from me

That girl over here sucking and she on me

All yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee

I’m over here shaking my dread like I’m Bugatti

Don’t give a fuck what you think that shit don’t phase me

I just run up a check to let you niggas know that I get it

I run up on you to see if you with it

I’m a bad boy just call me P Diddy

I know you wanna be like me just admit it

Red dot on you and you cannot escape it

You not getting money so why try to fake it

One call that’s all, you know they gonna take it

Tie him up and send him down to the basement

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]

Rolls ghost and the clip hanging out the door

Looking at that crowd you that know we pack every show

I look at these niggas that’s joke then stomp on mine with my gold Margiela toe

Smoke your party like a bag would a pole

You cannot get everything you not angelical hoe

Call me if you want you know that I’m blasting

Riding the ‘85, riding the Aston

Yeah I’m from the north nigga who asking

Have someone take you out like an assassin

Got your girl right on the tele I just got to hit it

I skeet on her belly it look like a reincarnated Machiavelli

Fuck that lil nigga I’m never gon tell him

Shipping these bullets I got a melli

You pussy nigga I know that you smelly

The hand that you put it on you not gon sell it

I’m just living life and all these folks jealous

I know that you smarter than that I can sense it

When I’m in trouble I get Lingo senses

Riding round the city my windows tinted

What’s in my pocket that’s none a your business nigga

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]

Fuck the law, fuck the law

Freeze the homie got a bitch wanna lick it off

Too much money young nigga can’t spend it off

Lingo with me in the Bentley we taking off

All a my diamonds don’t drip

In the coup getting top and a rim

Young nigga bought a chain with the grip

And I’m straight from the jet to the check bitch

Round one quarter mil on my next shit

Niggas hating beat instead a texting

Aaliyah I fucked in a Lexus

I was broke a man milli I did it

Man go wake up and go get it

Fame bout money ain’t speaking

Young nigga had to fight for no reason

I be getting to the money ain’t sleeping

[Chorus: YRN Lingo]

Rolls ghost and the clip hanging out the door

Looking at that crowd you that know we pack every show

I look at these niggas that’s joke then stomp on mine with my gold Margiela toe

Smoke your party like a bag would a pole

You cannot get everything you not angelical hoe

Call me if you want you know that I’m blasting

Riding the ‘85, riding the Aston

Yeah I’m from the north nigga who asking

Have someone take you out like an assassin

Got your girl right on the tele I just got to hit it

I skeet on her belly it look like a reincarnated Machiavelli

Fuck that lil nigga I’m never gon tell him

Shipping these bullets I got a melli

You pussy nigga I know that you smelly

The hand that you put it on you not gon sell it

I’m just living life and all these folks jealous

I know that you smarter than that I can sense it

When I’m in trouble I get Lingo senses

Riding round the city my windows tinted

What’s in my pocket that’s none a your business nigga