Hypnotize You lyrics

[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 sh*t get costly
I f*cked her good as I could, now this lil' b*tch stalkin'
Hmm, b*tch, I ain't hidin', I'm outside, b*tch, we vibin'
Mm, believe in violence, pull up playin' with that paper, we gon' rob you
Hmm, we caught that n*gga, but that other n*gga still gon' die too
When I was seventeen, my mama house looked like a drive-thru
Hmm, I got ice, icе, baby, Whitney, Bobby Brown too
Hmm, I got pew-pew on mе, yeah, this b*tch soundproof
Hmm, I got water on up to my neck, I be done drowned you
Bad b*tches 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 b*tches 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, b*tch, I stand on mob business like a damn Italian
Hmm, call me Kikiana (Kikiana), huh
All these motherf*ckin' 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)
pus*y-ass n*gga better have me if he say he got me (You said you got me)
Lil' bro popped a n*gga 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 sh*t, I just might go out in a helicopter
Hmm, left my whole b*tch, 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, b*tch, I been a problem, b*tch, I been providin'
I tell her, "Listen to me, look me in my eyes, I'm finna hypnotize you"
Lil' n*gga, all my partners sell powder, my hoes pus*y poppin'
Hmm, I'm in the Porsche poppin' it and poppin' up, this sh*t a hobby
Homie poppin' it like he got it, whole time, you n*ggas just survivin'
Hmm, one, two, three, here we come, bet n*ggas get to hidin', huh (Buss One)