Psycho lyrics

[Intro: Tokyo's Revenge]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, what?)
Number one rule, she gon' suck the di*k from the back if I ask her
Rule number two haha (Oh my god)
Uhmm, I don't have a di*k, hahaha

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
b*tch I’ve been a f*ckin' psycho since I was an infant
Kids a f*ckin' monster, I feel like I’m Ben 10
n*ggas buggin' me, I don’t f*ck 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 pus*y n*ggas I swear this your last chance
I’m about my dollars my n*ggas don’t make sense
Been a f*cking psycho since I was an infant

[Verse 1: Tokyo's Revenge]
Okay like, Gucci on me, serpents on my collar
I don’t f*ck with snakes
Stick on me, stick on, stick on me
Like some f*cking tape
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 n*ggas is rats remindin' me of 6ix9ine
Water my neck remind me of a riptide
I tie her up she looking cute in zip ties
Thick thighs, she gon’ ride my di*k 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!"
[Verse 2: Tokyo's Revenge]
Some of you never got no pus*y and it f*cking shows
Wish a n*gga would, he gon' have to find the dragon balls
Posted on your girlfriends Snapchat suckin' toes
Feeling kind of cute, might rob your boyfriend, I don’t know
Wristband on me running sh*t like Fitbit
Hit it from the back her spine it twists like rip stick
Spit in her mouth and then I told her "Drink, b*tch"
Big drip got me feeling like a sink b*tch
Big stick, on my body got me looking like I’m hiking ayy
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
n*ggas talking sh*t like I won’t shoot em right, uh
I like your b*tch, ooh, I do
You talking sh*t but who are you? Ooh
You in my DM's? Oh that’s ya BM?
Left him on read, like Suwoop
I work magic, like voodoo, uh
n*ggas watch me, like YouTube
Make him disappear like Houdini, ayy
Now they try to find you like blues clues, uh

[Chorus: Tokyo's Revenge]
b*tch I’ve been a f*ckin' psycho since I was an infant
Kids a f*ckin' monster, I feel like I’m Ben 10
n*ggas buggin' me, I don’t f*ck 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 pus*y n*ggas I swear this your last chance
I’m about my dollars my n*ggas don’t make sense
Been a f*cking psycho since I was an infant
[Verse 3: Joey Trap]
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
That's kind of dangerous, Joey
You might never see light of day again, Joey
I'm trapped in these bars with some pay per view
Holy sh*t, I didn't pay for the internet, brodie
It might get cut off, suddenly, lights out
I be f*ckin' on your b*tch when it's nice out
Never talk sh*t nowadays, n*ggas type now
Gotta keep a cap lock 'case they wanna fight now (b*tch)
Then it's back to my case
I cannot f*ck her if she don't have MySpace
I'ma need to date her to f*ck at f*ckin' my place
I won't tell a thooter where I live, she get the highway (You can leave now) b*tch
Been a f*ckin' psycho since I was an infant
All my b*tches is poppin', I never get limp di*k
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 sh*t on the whole block
This a f*ckin' Rolex, it never be on tock
Twenty-thousand dollars, I bought me a whole clock, like, look
b*tches, uh, on me, uh
I know, uh, I'm sorry
I don't love you, baby, uh
I just want the toppy, uh, top
[Interlude: Joey Trap]
Rule number five
Never tell your kids that Santa Claus is a lie
What the f*ck is wrong with you?
I grew up like, f*ckin', I'm- I'm not even a kid
Where's my childhood? (Why would you f*ckin' lie to me?)

[Verse 4: Joey Trap]
f*cked up in the Audi with your b*tch, she take her shirt off, uh
Me in that Benzo, all I do is f*ckin' 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

[Outro: Joey Trap]
I guess I'm gone, mm, look
I'm with your mom, mm, look
We at the mall, mm, look
Might spend it all