Pysch’n Out lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Don't pull up f*ckin' actin', b*tch
This sh*t real life
They say I'm f*ckin' trippin', don't diss my n*ggas
Stupid boy
Ayy, b*tch (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap), hm

[Verse]
On his head, a ticket (Ticket)
Now that n*gga priceless (Priceless)
n*ggas wanna try diss? b*tch, you know we strike sh*t (Strike sh*t)
I just put that water on, b*tch, my fingers icy (They icy)
Bro could turn that cutter on and leave a n*gga lifeless (Lifeless)
Bodies on me, b*tch (b*tch), blood around me, and it's hole in four (Hole in four)
'Member we was money hungry, Jay said, "Let's go kick a door" (Kick a door)
Spin a block just like a ferris wheel, 'round and 'round we go (We go)
Play with me, replenish him, we check his temperature, that boy a ho (b*tch)
I just watched my brother eat five Percs, what this n*gga on? (Huh)
Now these n*ggas (Huh), they wanna buy a verse (Huh), they washed up and they old
Latex gloves on top of the table, I don't work in the stove, I'm workin' the pole (Work the pole)
Told that boy that we gon' clean his snot, wipe his f*ckin' nose (Wipe his nose)
Super trim, I pull actin' stupid, b*tch, I'm actin' ruthless (Huh)
Step on them, they talkin' 'bout war with me? On God, these n*ggas losin' (They ass is losin')
I ain't whack nothin', I been at home with all my kids, we watchin' Bluey (We watchin' Bluey)
Pockets fat as f*ck, I got them bands, b*tch, lil' Jdot trollin' (Stupid)
Rapper this and rapper that, I'll up that pole, n*gga, bet I do it (n*gga, bet I do it)
Camera off or camera on, I don't give no f*cks, I'm still gon' blow it (I'm still gon' blow it)
Micro Drac' look like a saxophone, I come through makin' noise (Makin' noise)
Pull up heatin' sh*t, I snap a pic with Glock like Polaroid (Boy)
Ball on a b*tch, I'll dog a b*tch, don't mention 6, I don't f*ck with them (Stupid)
We the type that like to run down, I wanna see blood on top of my Timbs (On my Timbs)
R.I.P. Ralo, that's my thug, n*gga, that's my blood, this sh*t for him (RW)
They woke a f*ckin' monster, walk up on sh*t, put a K to his lip (Buh, buh)
Bro like, "Dot, when you gon' chill? Get the f*ck up out the beef" (Out the beef)
This the murder sh*t I sponsor, b*tch, we'll slide down Moncrief
Wet sh*t up, it's f*ck that boy, we put his b*tch ass on a tee (b*tch)
I'm at home, I'm paranoid, I got like three sticks when I'm sleep (I got like three)
f*ck it, murder for all since they won't come for me (Won't come for me)
If Heaven had a phone, I'd call Ralo like, "Bro, here go company" (What?)
Drop that bag, they stomp for me
I'm bangin' the Drac', it's shakin' the seats (Shakin' the seats)
A n*gga dissed me and now he missin', we kill his ass for playin' with me (Stupid boy)
It's plenty killings on this belt of mine, I know you heard of me (Know you heard of me)
We pop up at your front door, broad day, it's early, B (It's early, B)
Hm, call Emergency (Emergency)
911, it's a murder scene (It's a murder scene)
Said that he gon' murder me, now his white tee is burgundy (Hahaha)
Plenty chicken get you missin', I got blues and I got green (Green)
Can't fit this on that n*gga, I make these hoes go for me (They go for me)
Skrrt off, take a n*gga b*tch, send that ho overseas (Overseas)
Got that ho bent over on a balcony, in her ovaries (In her ovaries)
f*ck these n*ggas, b*tch, I been on a murder spree (A murder spree)
b*tch, I'm G.I. Breezy, I'm Murder Man, I get sh*t murked for free (Murked for free)
But I'll drop that bag if that sh*t 'bout lil' Leeke (n*gga)
I'll act a fool on Ralo, b*tch, you better not diss my B (I mean, f*ck, n*gga)