RTB MB – Hypnotize Lyrics
Artist: RTB MB
Song: Hypnotize
Told him if we pull up, we strapped, I got ten of mine
I be havin’ missions with the dog, Adventure Time
My n#gg# Skub throw up two fives, call him nickel dime
Girly hit my cell, f#cked her ’til she had a seizure, I’m on sickle time, yeah
Bro been hoein’ opps since a jit, I know they sick of Ky
But ain’t nobody runnin’ up, n#gg#, you’d be quick to die
Every time I get caught with a b#tch, I be quick to lie, no cap, yeah
I be hittin’ hoes, bruh, I swear that I’m addicted
They be in the feds facin’, swear they never snitchin’
Catch another opp and get him dropped, now he twitchin’
My lil’ b#tch Tee, she lightskinned, I caught her liftin’
Paranoid, a fan walked up, I got to grippin’
She can get mad all she want, but I ain’t kissin’
Had to cut some n#gg#s off, they comfy with they chicken
Couple n#gg#s got dropped, too comfy with that dissin’
Damn, put ’em on a shirt
Went to Neiman, had some bands, so I spent that on a shirt
Got some white that’ll hit for forty-one, but I ain’t Dirk
Bullets hit all angles, f#ck the ankles, we ain’t Kirk
Said she wanna roleplay, told her wear a skirt
Moment of silence for the opps, shh
Shh, yeah, shh
Shh, yeah, shh
You can hear a pin drop, n#gg#, Glock make ’em jerk
How I maneuver into this rap game and still give n#gg#s work?
Yeah, huh, but I got extendo mag
Hit him with a cross-fin and leave his kinfolk mad
n#gg#, this a boss Benz, you can’t get in that
Tell me what’s the cost, then we can get him whacked
You be in Lacoste, damn, you ain’t gettin’ racks
Strip club, we just tossed ten, n#gg#s gettin’ taxed
Tell me ’bout your lost friend, you can’t get him back
Yeah, huh, overaggressive with them chopsticks
I got on my chains and my watch for a block ‘fit
MB, how you rappin’ and you hoopin’? n#gg#, watch this
Type of n#gg# hit a Cuban mamacita, rrr, rrr, leave her on the block list
Sprite with the Act’ sound good, but with the Wock’ mix?
Speakin’ of Soda, my n#gg#s violent and they pop sh#t
Whip him with the Glock, then hit him with a dropkick
All my cars black, so the hoes call me Gotti
Missed an opp last week, so I went and changed optics
Baby keep on coughin’ tried to tell her it was exotic
RTB the gang, if they with it, then I’m ’bout it
I keep gettin’ brought up, she just told ’em change the topic
I don’t want his BM in my pictures, n#gg#, crop it
Throwin’ M’s in the strip, James from the Rockets
I ain’t got that much cheese? Huh, let me stop it
I saw her f#ckin’ on me a week ago, I’m a prophet
n#gg#, yeah
Gang
RTB
Gang
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Release Year: 2021
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