Hypnotised Nafe Smallz (Ft. Tiny Boost)

[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