Hallucinate lyrics

[Intro: YFL Pooh]
Ayy, Ty Bri
This right here, this a banger right here

[Chorus: Ty Bri]
f*ck with me, you might end up stuck with me
I know some n*ggas that's stuck in the past, they can't get in touch with me
I know some b*tches be runnin' they mouth, sayin' what they done for me
I'ma just be in a mansion, gettin' a mani', sippin' on bubbly

[Verse 1: Ty Bri]
I don't see competition in my peripheral, nothin' in front of me
Smellin' good, drippin' fragrance, he wanna see how it's tastin'
He tryna get on my line, I told him to get on the waitlist
Told him to get me a flick, look at the b*tch, look at the drip
Trap Valentino flip-flop
He givin' me tip-top 'til his sh*t lock
This that sh*t that got me goin' crazy, sayin' itchy-itchy-ya
This a different type of flow
And we hoppin' on this flight, you smokin' mid, you on coach
I'm a different type of breed, but you a different type of ho
Like f*ck it
I be with some n*ggas that'll take you down for nothin'
b*tches know my sh*t thump, man, know my sh*t buzzin'

[Verse 2: YFL Pooh]
I be f*ckin' b*tches, they'll snake you, it ain't nothin'
Hold you for a ransom, cut that check, it's no discussion
My shooters gon' kill you and lay low
She gon' f*ck the first night if I say so
I got your n*ggas on payroll
When that shipment come in, the whole gang know
Open your mouth, eat the whole di*k
I get my neck, then I diss or p*ss
I ain't been cuffin' on no b*tch
Cuttin' her off and she knows this
She put them racks in the hideout
I put the grams in the stashhouse
Whenever we comin', we mobbed out
We get that check and we slide out