Psycho

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