Hypnotize You

[Intro]
(P8, catch a bag)
(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

[Verse]
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 nigga, but that other nigga 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 nigga better have me if he say he got me (You said you got me)
Lil' bro popped a nigga 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' nigga, 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 niggas just survivin'
Hmm, one, two, three, here we come, bet niggas get to hidin', huh (Buss One)