PSYCHOTIC lyrics

[Intro]
Hella f*ckin straps and I deploy
Flash ur buddy up like a decoy
b*tch I got a Glock n I mof*ckin destroy
Ridin 'round the block with a mof*ckin big toy, ugh

[Verse 1]
Mentally f*cked, b*tch, I'm gettin' psychotic
Smokin on pack, b*tch, I'm smokin' exotic
Sippin on gin, I mix it with the tonic
f*cked up every day, that sh*t is chaotic
f*ck all of your music, your sh*t is so terrible
Smokin' on gas, b*tch, I'm smokin' on medical
Actin' so hard in the comments, I'm skeptical
Poppin' a edible, gettin' histerical
Feenin' so hard, I'm in need of a cigarette
Suckin my di*k, ye, she know that she into it
Talkin 'mad sh*t in the mof*ckin internet
Creep in the night like a mof*ckin silhouette
Feelin f*ckin' bad, feelin' down bad, aye
Takin all these drugs, yeah, I doubt that, aye
Stalkin' all my sh*t now you got mad, aye
Say you got lots of fans, where your crowd at? aye

[Verse 2]
Blow up your sh*t call me f*ckin artillery
Dont give a f*ck clearin' up the faccility
There is no trickery, that's my ability
Movin' the bricks and I do the delivery
Snatchin your shawty, bruh, I'm a disgrace
Tabs on my tongue, I might go into space
Catchin' a case, slam the scythe in your face
Run away, deep in the night when I chase
Hate yall to death keep in my mind I despise you
Creepin' around in the streets and suprise you
Y'all just degenerates got a low IQ
Copy my sounds, little b*tch, atleast try to
Come out the gutter, rob you and you stutter
b*tch, I am a gunner, shot you and your brother
Pull up in a humma, I need to recover
b*tch, hide in your cover 'cause I am a hunter