Mezmorized lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
It's young Khalifa, man
Paper Plane Gang
501 young
Ayy, shout out to my brother Spitta, man
I just wanted to say that
Yeah
Yeah
And your b*tch could see this sh*t from across the street, n*gga
It's pimpin' over here
Macaroni
Kush & Orange Juice, n*gga
What up, Chevy?
Jerm, I see you
Cardo On The Beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I f*ck 'em
n*ggas be pressed for pus*y, it ain't nothing
Instead of worrying 'bout who that b*tch f*ckin', 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 b*tches, nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
b*tches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feets up
Them suckers 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 f*ck
Polo socks match my Polo hat
She leave once, it's a known fact that she ain't coming back, now Taylor Gang that
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, and ain't sh*t change
But the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I be the blinder with them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, lil' homie, I'm doing big things (Big things)
And them b*tches, they mesmerized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper out her, f*ck her, don't know sh*t about her
I take you up where it's cloudy
Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada, I go to Louis and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest b*tches 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 n*ggas just playing, ain't really ballin'
Saying they being honest
Claiming that's your wife, but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Takin' her clothes off, inhalin' weed and coughing
Ain't her first time chiefin', but say she don't do this often
Since I was sixteen, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take n*ggas' hoes and smoke hella trees with 'em
As for your team, you n*ggas in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and the plan is still paper over pus*y
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, and ain't sh*t change
But the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I be them blinder with them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, lil' homie, I'm doing big things (Big things)
And them b*tches, they mesmerized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
This sh*t just don't sound cool, this what we go to sleep to, wake up to
Kush & Orange Juice, n*gga
Got your b*tch cooking them cheese eggs too
Got paper in my pocket
Taylor Gang, what's up?
See y'all n*ggas, man
We done f*cked over 'em this year, it's a wrap
Yeah
We don't want no more sucker sh*t, ever