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Hypno

 

Hypno

(Album: The L.I.B.R.A. - 2020)


What Juicy say? He be like
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah, yeah, hahaha
King

I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
Don't understand my decisions so I don't need your approval
I'm a motherfucking villain just like you see in the movie
But I'm still a motherfucking hero, stay lowkey like casino
In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes
Backwood full of that primo, bad bitches drinking on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, yssup dna nisep
I see the line between 'em, man, they ain't acting a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a cleaners
Two decades straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate
A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me (Sheesh)

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
I said you looking for me, I be sucking, ducking yo' lil' bitch ass
Looking for me, I be sucking, ducking yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinning like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll

Man, I been beefing with my daughter, man, I'm dealing with shit
And a lot of my niggas contemplating, going killing some shit
I put my bitch out like I'm Martin, in my feelings and shit
'Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on a private plane
And you know I was trapping, working at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowing big gas
Looking for me, I been sucking, ducking yo' lil' bitch ass
Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfucking business
And drama, we ain't going back and forth 'bout the riff raff
Nigga talking, nigga big cap, I won't listen to 'em
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the ransom for 'em
Ain't never been a pawn, always been a king
And I ain't never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck 'em

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real, niggas move things on private planes
I said you looking for me, I be sucking, ducking yo' lil' bitch ass
Looking for me, I be sucking, ducking yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinning like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll

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