Hypnotised

G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes No soul like he hypnotised With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised I bet your bitch know I been the guy Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga I stuff a zip in the Swisher Yeah, I been a go-getter From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser Still down for whatever Lost a lot of homies to these streets and I missed a lot of opportunities This weed so loud, you can't speak when it's lit In that foreign spaceship, still as real as it gets I throw the money on Match a bust down to the money long They on me now, tell 'em, 'Run along" I call shots and to shot him and he not alone Cali' pound, smokin' somethin' strong, smokin' somethin' strong Such a beautiful mess Had to cut them niggas off, weren't moving correct And she know it's too official as soon as we step Fifty bands for the feature, got shooters for less Yeah, I got shooters for less Rose gold, white gold, two different sets Landing different time zones my usual flex Huh, gone, only move for the checks G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes No soul like he hypnotised With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised I bet your bitch know I been the guy Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga I stuff a zip in the Swisher Yeah, I been a go-getter From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser G17, been around them since seventeen My baby clothes never clean And I'm still ridin' dirty, still grindin' early Yeah, still swervin', might just scoop up your girly No soul in my nigga's eyes, but I see him hurtin' Heart on fire, touch my chest, feel it burnin' I don't cross bridges, I burn 'em Whip German Yeah, and the burner's from Berlin Throw my set up like I'm hurlin' Everything we did, never saw, never heard it Never speak on it Everything I got, they wan' leech off it That's why I stay at least arm reach of it Take the broom outside, do a one sweep with it Quick clean up Trap money in my pocket, so I gotta pull my jeans up Yeah, uh, no beam, no switch on this G-lock, G17 G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes No soul like he hypnotised With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised I bet your bitch know I been the guy Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga I stuff a zip in the Swisher Yeah, I been a go-getter From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser Still down for whatever G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes No soul like he hypnotised With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised I bet your bitch know I been the guy Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga I stuff a zip in the Swisher Yeah, I been a go-getter From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser Still down for whatever