"AMG got mind control over me" lyrics

Oh you be poppin' tags huh?
Bitch come here come pop it
My nigga symbiotic
We moving off narcotic
I keep a bad stupid hoe
Exotic idiotic
Swear she ain't got no logic
She pop it so robotic

Anti, anti
I'm on anti psychotics
I mix it with Hypnotiq
It make me get it poppin'
I got it out the mud
You nigga got it out the closet
You love to chat and gossip
I only talk deposits

More profit more profit
More fucking profit
Bitch I'm walking faucet
I need my bracelet frosted
Black jeans black heart
I'm coming something gothic
They think that I'm in bondage
My necklace got me hostage

Two chickens, two birds
Of course I got 'em kissing
Two thousand grams of mid
They smoked it lost they fucking vision
Two bales of blow from Mexico
I lost it in my nose
I jump inside that AMG
And it take mind control

(Crash crash crash crash...)

AMG got mind control over me
Her titties in the front
And her ass in the backseat
Yeah, yeah, yeah buddy
Yeah, yeah, yeah jack

I pull up Beamer make her steam up
Her panties drip
I pull up Benz coupe Benz truck
All different type of whips
I'm comin CLA
Fucking GLE
GT Coupe
Man it get 'em loose
Bitch hopped on the roof
And got nude
Call me lollipop
Mr. Lollipop
She wanna lick the kid
'Cuz I got more Benzes in my driveway
Than Hitler did
Mash it mash it
Mash it mash it...