Mezmorized

It's young Khalifa, man

Paper Plane Gang

5-0-1, young

Ay, shout out to my brother Spitta, man

I just wanted to say that

And your bitch could see this shit from across the street, ****

It's pimpin' over here, macaroni

Kush and orange juice, ****

What up, Chevy?

Jerm, I see you, Cardo on the beat

I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em

Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em

**** be pressed for pussy, it ain't nothing

Instead of worrying about who that bitch fucking, why don't you get you some money?

Nine times out of ten, she see me stuntin'

Game running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming

I keep it a hundred, get love from the hoes, but it's money over bitches

Nothing above it, like the weed, loud like my engine when I speed up

Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feets up

Them suckas often imitate, but they can't be us

So super high, look in the sky, when you wanna see me, bruh

Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say

Just continue to smoke and remain G as fuck

Polo socks match my Polo hat

She leave once, it's a known fact

That she ain't coming back, now Taylor Gang that

And ain't shit change

But the amount of horses in my motor

When I switch lanes and I beat 'em

Blinding with them diamonds in my big chain

Heavy in the game little homie, I'm doing big things, big things, big things

And them bitches, they mezmorised

They recognize, I keep it so G, I keep it so G

Get you some money, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me

Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em

Try to get paper, how the fucker don't know shit about her

I take you up where it's cloudy, ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada

I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand

One of my baddest bitches rollin' up while I'm driving

And she don't even smoke, just hit it once while she light it

My game tight, seal and sign it

Them **** just playing, ain't really ballin', saying they bein' honest

Claiming that's your wife, but we can't call it

She all in my hotel suite at three in the morning

Taking her clothes off, inhaling weed and coughing

Ain't her first time chiefing, but say she don't do this often

Since I was sixteen, I had all the intentions to keep it G

Take **** hoes and smoke hella trees with 'em

As for your team, you **** in the stands, you just lookin'

I'm a pro to these rookies and the plan is still paper over pussy

And ain't shit change

But the amount of horses in my motor

When I switch lanes and I beat 'em blinding

With them diamonds in my big chain

Heavy in the game little homie, I'm doing big things, big things, big things

And them bitches, they mezmorised

They recognize, I keep it so G, I keep it so G

Get you some money, fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me (Yeah)

Yeah, ****, this shit just don't sound cool

This what we go to sleep to, wake up to

Kush and Orange Juice, ****, yeah

Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs, too

Got paper in my pocket, Taylor Gang, what's up?

See y'all ****, man

We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap

Yeah, we don't want no more sucker shit ever