Psycho

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(Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, what?)
 Number one rule, she gon' suck the dick from the back if I ask her
 Rule number two haha (Oh my god)
 Uhmm
 I don't have a dick, hahaha
 Bitch I've been a fucking psycho since I was an infant
 Kids a fucking monster I feel like I'm Ben 10
 Niggas bugging me I don't fuck with you insects
 Heard you don't want smoke yeah they're scared of the incense
 Feeling like I'm Tay-K I'll turn you to past tense
 All you pussy niggas I swear this your last chance
 I'm about my dollars my niggas don't make sense (cents)
 Been a fucking psycho since I was an infant
 Okay like
 Gucci on me
 Serpents on my collar
 I don't fuck with snakes
 Stick on me, stick on, stick on me
 Like some fucking tape
 OK her favorite hoodie, 444 and camo
 She thought it was bape
 OK her favorite kink, yeah her favorite kink
 She said it was rape
 Yeah
 You niggas is rats reminding me of 6iine
 Water my neck remind me of a riptide
 I tie her up she looking cute in zip ties
 Thick thighs she gon' ride my dick like zip lines
 "I was saying–, when are you gonna put me on a song?
 Cause you keep- (in-audible reversed words) -
 You probably scared because you already know
 Once I get on that, I'm taking all your clout!"
 Some of you never got no pussy
 And it fucking shows
 Wish a nigga would
 He gon have to find the dragon balls
 Posted up on your main bitch Snapchat
 And I'm sucking toes
 Feeling kind of cute
 Might rob your boyfriend, I don't know
 Wristband on me running shit like Fitbit
 Hit it from the back her spine it twists like rip stick
 Spit in her mouth and then I told her drink bitch
 Big drip got me feeling like a sink bitch
 Big stick, on my body got me looking like I'm hiking aye
 I just caught a battery charge, shock 'eem boy like lightning uh
 Blade on me like Meta Knight, get it right
 Or get stabbed in the middle of the night uh
 I got bars like a pedal bike, fight a Dyke
 Niggas talking shit like I won't shoot em right
 Uh
 I like your bitch ooh I do
 You talking shit but who are you? uh
 You in my DM's? Oh that's ya BM?
 Left him on read (red) like Suwoop
 I work magic like voodoo uh
 Niggas watch me like YouTube
 Make him disappear like Houdini aye
 Now they try to find you like blues clues uh
 Bitch I've been a fucking psycho since I was an infant
 Kids a fucking monster I feel like I'm Ben 10
 Niggas bugging me I don't fuck with you insects
 Heard you don't want smoke yeah they're scared of the incense
 Feeling like I'm Tay-K I'll turn you to past tense
 All you pussy niggas I swear this your last chance
 I'm about my dollars my niggas don't make sense (cents)
 Been a fucking psycho since I was an infant
 Okay like
 Look, okay, now You should pray for me
 All the police always chased me, huh
 Five bands on these Robin jeans, these not Old Navy, uh
 My whip got no keys, I push to start it, like Lil Baby, uh
 I walk in the party with my pistol, it's off safety, wait
 I'm trapped in these bars with some pay per view
 Holy shit, I didn't pay for the internet, brodie
 It might get cut off, suddenly, lights out
 I be fuckin' on your bitch when it's nice out
 Never talk shit nowadays, niggas type now
 Gotta keep a cap lock 'case they wanna fight now
 Bitch
 Then it's back to my case
 I cannot fuck her if she don't have MySpace
 I'ma need to date her to fuck at fuckin' my place
 I won't tell a thooter where I live, she get the highway
 (You can now leave)
 Bitch
 Been a fuckin' psycho since I was an infant
 All my bitches is poppin', I never get limp dick
 She gon' give me top, I said, "Swallow it, don't spit"
 This ain't Harry Potter, I'm whippin' a whole pot
 Make it disappear, got my shit on the whole block
 This a fuckin' Rolex, it never be on tock
 Twenty-thousand dollars, I bought me a whole clock, like, look
 Bitches, uh, on me, uh
 I know, uh, I'm sorry
 I don't love you, baby, uh
 I just want the toppy, uh
 Rule number five
 Never tell your kids that Santa Claus is a lie
 What the fuck is wrong with you?
 I grew up like, fuckin', I'm-I'm not even a kid
 Where's my childhood? (Why would you fuckin' lie to me?)
 Fucked up in the Audi with your bitch, she take her shirt off, uh
 Me in that Benzo, all I do is fuckin' skrt off, uh
 I'm sorry I had to go off on y'all, haha, that's aggressive
 They say that I'm the best and all, ehh, that offensive
 My clothes is not from the mall at all, haha, they expensive
 These haters, I might just kill them all, yeah, sounds effective
 I guess I'm gone, mm, look
 I'm with your mom, mm, look
 We at the mall, mm, look
 Might spend it all
 

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Duration
03:39
Key
1
Tempo
138 BPM

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