Hypnotize You

(P8, catch a bag)

(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

Hmm, no matter how hard I try to duck the feds, they keep on watchin' (For real)

I'm tryna wrap these racks with these rubber bands, I keep on poppin' 'em

Hmm, I move strategic, every time I don't, that shit get costly

I fucked her good as I could, now this lil' bitch stalkin'

Hmm, bitch, I ain't hidin', I'm outside, bitch, we vibin'

Mm, believe in violence, pull up playin' with that paper, we gon' rob you

Hmm, we caught that ****, but that other **** still gon' die too

When I was seventeen, my mama house looked like a drive-thru

Hmm, I got ice, ice, baby, Whitney, Bobby Brown too

Hmm, I got pew-pew on me, yeah, this bitch soundproof

Hmm, I got water on up to my neck, I be done drowned you

Bad bitches in the DM like, "Boy, I ain't finna hound you"

Your girl the lost and found, I'll lose you faster than I found you

I'm gettin' head, but it's four bitches in my bed, I used to sleep on couches

It's fifty G's in that bag, you think I'm lyin'? My boy, go'n 'head and count 'em

Ask anybody, bitch, I stand on mob business like a damn Italian

Hmm, call me Kikiana (Kikiana), huh

All these motherfuckin' keys like a big piano, huh

Hmm, I can't sleep without my lean, I can't kick the bottle, huh

I let bae get what she need, I don't be hoopin', hollerin', huh (What you want?)

The paper ain't no problem (Mm)

Pussy-ass **** better have me if he say he got me (You said you got me)

Lil' bro popped a **** with my Drac', I had to sell my Tommy

Know I been done popped you, sellin' me fake drank, boy, I can smell the Wocky

Hmm, I feel like Kobe in this shit, I just might go out in a helicopter

Hmm, left my whole bitch, walk in with a million, I'ma kiss her probably (Mwah)

We make big deposits, do it how I tell you, ain't no improvisin'

Yeah, Big P, bitch, I been a problem, bitch, I been providin'

I tell her, "Listen to me, look me in my eyes, I'm finna hypnotize you"

Lil' ****, all my partners sell powder, my hoes pussy poppin'

Hmm, I'm in the Porsche poppin' it and poppin' up, this shit a hobby

Homie poppin' it like he got it, whole time, you **** just survivin'

Hmm, one, two, three, here we come, bet **** get to hidin', huh (Buss One)