T.I. and Rahky - Hypno
What Juicy say? He be likeShut 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 motherfuckin' villain, just like you see in the movie
But still a motherfuckin' hero, stay lowkey like casino
You know we fill the 'sino, pocket full of them C-notes
Backwood full that primo, bad bitches drinkin' on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, lickin'-
I see the line between 'em, man, they ain't actin' 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 (jheeze)
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' 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 beefin' with my daughter, man, I'm dealin' with shit
And a lot of my niggas contemplatin', goin' killin' some shit
I put my bitch out like I'm Martin, in my feelings and shit
'Nother day of a dope boy, hunnid million, legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
And you know I was trappin', workin' at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five, with the iron, on the highway, blowin' big gas
Lookin' for me I been sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin' business
drama, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout the riff raff
Nigga talkin', nigga big cap, I won't listen to 'em
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the reserve 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 lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I be sucker duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' 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
Written by:
Clifford Joseph Harris, Rahky
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