T.I., Rahky - Hypno lyrics

What Juicy say? He be like shut the fuck up!
Yeah, yeah, hahaha king

I got immaculate vision
No cataracts in my pupils
Don't understand my decisions so I
Don't need your approval
I'm a motherfuckin' villain just like
You see in the movie
But I'm still a motherfuckin' hero
Stay lowkey like casino
In the weave of the cee-lo
Pocket full of them C notes
Backwood full of that primo
Bad bitches drinkin' on Pino
And margarita, bikinis
In different cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, lick it
Yssup dna nisep
I see the line between a maniac and a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters
We take they ass to a cleanеrs
Two decades straight, a hundred shows
A hundrеd K at the gate a night, a piece
Capisce? Bread bigger than me (Sheesh)

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things
On private planes
I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin'
Duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I be suckin'
Duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis
Sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never
I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta
Rubber bands on my bankroll

Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man
I'm dealin' with shit
And a lot of my niggas contemplatin'
Goin' killin' some shit
I put my bitch out like I'm Martin
In my feelings and shit
'Nother day of the dope
Boy, hunnid million legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things
On a private plane
And you know I was trappin'
Workin' at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry
Bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway
Blowin' big gas
Lookin' for me, I been suckin'
Duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass fuck up
I am handling my own motherfuckin' business
And drama, we ain't goin' back and forth
'bout the riff raff
Nigga talkin', nigga big cap
I won't listen to 'em
They get kidnapped back when nobody
Pay the ransom for 'em
Ain't never been a pawn, always been a king
And I ain't never gave a
Damn what a nigga think, fuck 'em

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real
Niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin'
Duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Lookin' for me, I be suckin'
Duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis
Sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never
I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta
Rubber bands on my bankroll