Wax - Hypnotic lyrics

Get it, got it, the flow's psychotic
I used to freestyle now the
Style fill the pockets
Bitches used to throw they bras but
Now they throw they whole wallets
They can't help it 'cause it's so hypnotic
Uh it's hyp-, it's hypnotic hyp-hypnotic, uh
It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, yeah
It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic uh
It's hypnotic, hyp-hyp, ayo

Sorry in advance if this
Track causes bad shit bump it in your car be
Careful not to crash it
Peep my brother Herbal T's track "That's It"
Shit make you refrain from that
Grain or that absinthe
Davy, you ain't even gotta add synths
Drum track alone got 'em
Walking in that labyrinth
Bank account amount used to have me mad tense
Though I stay frugal
I'm good off that Google Ad-Sense
Make me want a chair or a bar stool
Going to Hawaii treating y'all
Like Sarah Marshall
I could take it or leave it, I'm impartial
Like a rich ass kid that
Skips class at art school
The game ain't shit to me, I still win
Y'all try hard
Barely get your answers filled in
I ain't in the building
I'm on top of the building
Godzillion, stomping the building
Quadrillion styles I've mastered
Y'all apprentices fuck the actual words
I'm down to just the penmanship
Calligraphic in Cali, I'm graphic
Kick wack rappers' asses, here to Calabasas
All classes, been working stiff masses
To the one-percenters in the
Highest tax brackets
I give a fuck if you the
Dude who runs the Federal Reserve, son
I will make you wish you weren't a person
Make you feel like out of all humans
You're the worst one
Thinking 'bout your life
Questioning if you deserve one
You start crying as you writin' that note
Then let your own weight tighten that rope
I'm fucking dope

'Cause, I get it, got it
The flow's psychotic
I used to freestyle now the
Style fill the pockets
Bitches used to throw they bras but
Now they throw they whole wallets
They can't help it cause it's so hypnotic, uh
It's hyp-, it's hypnotic hyp-hypnotic, uh
It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, yeah
It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, uh
It's hypnotic, it's hyp-hyp, ayo

Flow crazily, voice all nasally
Maybe I was born with this
Maybe this is Maybelline
Maybe this is God telling you
You shouldn't chase your dream
Reminding you of those dotted
Lines I stay between you'll never prosper
Never catch a break it seems
Only making paper at the mill
When you create a ream
My team got the mean roster
We knock the candy out your
Sugary soul like a piñata
The morbidly obese lady sings
Out at the opera
Please stop the bullshit, es mi casa
Said casually over a cold beer
Make you wanna re-examine the
Truths you hold dear
Hypnotic, like that old blue drink
Make you wanna reconsider the
Thoughts that you think
Raise your glasses in the air
And cause them to clink
Maker's Mark bottles all up in my sink, uh

'Cause, I get it, got it
The flow's psychotic
I used to freestyle now the
Style fill the pockets
Bitches used to throw they bras but
Now they throw they whole wallets
They can't help it cause it's so hypnotic, uh
It's hyp-, it's hypnotic hyp-hypnotic, uh
It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, yeah
It's hypnotic, hyp-hypnotic, uh
It's hypnotic, it's hyp-hyp, ayo