Hypnotised

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]

G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes

No soul like he hypnotised

With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised

I bet your bitch know I been the guy

Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga

I stuff a zip in the Swisher

Yeah, I been a go-getter

From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser

Still down for whatever

[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]

Lost a lot of homies to these streets and I missed a lot of opportunities

This weed so loud, you can't speak when it's lit

In that foreign spaceship, still as real as it gets

I throw the money on

Match a bust down to the money long

They on me now, tеll 'em, 'Run along"

I call shots and to shot him and he not alone

Cali' pound, smokin' somеthin' strong, smokin' somethin' strong

Such a beautiful mess

Had to cut them niggas off, weren't moving correct

And she know it's too official as soon as we step

Fifty bands for the feature, got shooters for less

Yeah, I got shooters for less

Rose gold, white gold, two different sets

Landing different time zones my usual flex

Huh, gone, only move for the checks

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]

G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes

No soul like he hypnotised

With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised

I bet your bitch know I been the guy

Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga

I stuff a zip in the Swisher

Yeah, I been a go-getter

From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser

[Verse 2: Tiny Boost]

G17, been around them since seventeen

My baby clothes never clean

And I'm still ridin' dirty, still grindin' early

Yeah, still swervin', might just scoop up your girly

No soul in my nigga's eyes, but I see him hurtin'

Heart on fire, touch my chest, feel it burnin'

I don't cross bridges, I burn 'em

Whip German

Yeah, and the burner's from Berlin

Throw my set up like I'm hurlin'

Everything we did, never saw, never heard it

Never speak on it

Everything I got, they wan' leech off it

That's why I stay at least arm reach of it

Take the broom outside, do a one sweep with it

Quick clean up

Trap money in my pocket, so I gotta pull my jeans up

Yeah, uh, no beam, no switch on this G-lock, G17

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]

G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes

No soul like he hypnotised

With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised

I bet your bitch know I been the guy

Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga

I stuff a zip in the Swisher

Yeah, I been a go-getter

From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser

Still down for whatever

G17s, no switch, no beams, no soul in my nigga's eyes

No soul like he hypnotised

With the stars, but I'm still a trap nigga, I just been disguised

I bet your bitch know I been the guy

Rich gettin' richer, still kill for my nigga

I stuff a zip in the Swisher

Yeah, I been a go-getter

From an ounce and a presser and the rounds on my dresser

Still down for whatever