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Get it, got it, the flow's psychotic I used to freestyle now the style fill the pockets Bitches used to throw they bras but now they throw they whole wallets They can't help it cause it's so hypnotic - Uh It's hyp- It's hypnotic Hyp-hypnotic uh It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, yeah It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic uh It's hypnotic, hyp-hyp, ay-yo [Verse 1] Sorry in advance if this track causes bad shit Bump it in your car be careful not to crash it Peep my brother Herbal T [?] Shit make you refrain from that grain or that absinthe Davy you ain't even got to add synths Drum track alone got 'em walking in that labyrinth Bank account amount used to have me mad tense Though I stay frugal, I'm good off that Google Ad-Sense Make me want a chair or a bar stool Going to Hawaii treating y'all like Sarah Marshall I could take it or leave it, I'm impartial Like a rich ass kid that skips class at art school The game ain't shit to me I still win Y'all try hard, barely get your answers filled in Letras de cancionesI ain't in the building, I'm on top of the building Godzillion, stomping the building Quadrillion, styles I've mastered y'all apprentices Fuck the actual words, I'm down to just the penmanship Calligraphic and Cali, I'm graphic Kick whack rappers asses, here to Calabasas All classes, been working stiff masses To the one-percenters in the highest tax brackets I give a fuck if you the dude who runs the Federal Reserve, son I will make you wish you weren't a person Make you feel like out of all humans, you're the worst one Thinking 'bout your life, questioning if you deserve one You start crying as you writin' that note Then let your own weight tighten that rope I'm fucking dope [Chorus] Cause I get it, got it, the flow's psychotic I used to freestyle now the style fill the pockets Bitches used to throw they bras but now they throw they whole wallets They can't help it cause it's so hypnotic - Uh It's hyp- It's hypnotic Hyp-hypnotic uh It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, yeah It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic uh It's hypnotic, it's hyp-hyp, ay-yo [Verse 2] Flow crazily, voice all nasally Maybe I was born with this, maybe this is Maybellene Maybe this is God telling you you shouldn't chase your dream Reminding you of those dotted lines I[?] stay between You'll never prosper, never catch a break it seems Only making paper at the mill when you create a ream My team got the mean roster We knock the candy out your sugary soul like a piñata The morbidly obese lady sings out at the opera Please stop the bullshit es mi casa Said casually, over a cold beer Make you wanna re-examine the truths you hold dear[?] Hypnotic, like that old blue drink Make you wanna reconsider the thoughts that you think Raise your glasses in the air and cause them to clink Maker's Mark bottles all up in my sink, uh [Chorus] Cause I get it, got it, the flow's psychotic I used to freestyle now the style fill the pockets Bitches used to throw they bras but now they throw they whole wallets They can't help it cause it's so hypnotic - Uh It's hyp- It's hypnotic Hyp-hypnotic uh It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, yeah It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic uh It's hypnotic, it's hyp-hyp.. ay-yo [Outro] From Letras Mania