PSYCHO 100! lyrics

[Verse 1: CAMOGOD]
b*tch, I'm a demon
Force feed your b*tch hella semen
Leave him in red like my sprite, got him leanin'
I f*ck around, I might buy out the Neimans
Lacin' the product, my sh*t got 'em feinin'
I'm strikin' a cord when I'm usin' the two-tone
I knock the skull off that n*gga like cubone
My best friends are some benjis and blue notes
They ask me for Evi, I'm tellin' 'em, "Who knows?"
I'm too good, b*tch, gimme my kudos
I make a n*gga go lassie from Kujo
Watch where you stand like Jotaro Kujo
A ninja with blades, but my chopper a sumo
Drum too heavy, my yoppеr a fat b*tch
Jack with a spike, my yopper a cactus
I turn a housewifе b*tch to an actress
I stay correcting you n*ggas like asterisk

[Verse 2: Dedboii Kez]
Three-point shot, leave your head in the basket
My team rush in equipped for the action
Bi boy slide in, my chopper's a ****
It's f*ckin' them boys when we double tap it
I'm losin' my mind every day of the week
Chopper booked up, up the K as we speak
Big stick on me, my branch like a tree
Glock burst a foursome, it's comin' in threes
Checkin' my scouter, you weak than a b*tch
Ki blast gon' sling from my wrist, explode when it hit
I'ma c*ck back and hit him again
Stomp in his face, leave him gone with the wind
Pick up his corpse, get to stompin' again
Mow down his friends, get to stompin' again
Run down on hell, stomp 'em again
[Verse 3: Oricadia]
'Til we stomp him again, now he gone with the wind
I got two twin choppers for you and your friends
Like, pick one
I got a body bag, f*ck around and zip one
Talkin' 'bout b*tches, you ain't even bend one
Talkin' 'bout b*tches, you ain't even— (Huh?)
You talkin' 'bout b*tches? You ain't even picked one (Oh)
You 5'4" and you still 5'4" (Yeah)
When you stand on you money I don't care when you speak (b*tch)
I'm 5'10", but I'm still Fi-Fo
I'm a giant on these n*ggas, I ain't playin' with the weak (Yeah, yeah)
Hittin' my dance when I run up my dough
pus*y boy wrap burgers, only talk wit' a tweet (Oh, oh)
n*gga, you wrap burgers, stop talkin' to me (Oh)
Had to, had to move dead weight off the harbor and sink
f*ck you think? Watch us work
Then you profit off of other n*ggas backs?
Nah, brother, go with sharks and you swim
Like a dog in a pen, I could put a b*tch down if you wanna
Talk on my gang and we on him
Talk on my gang and we toggle, auto (Grrah)
Not stoppin' 'til your ass is toppled
We get to jumpin', his head finna bobble
Both ways, f*ckin' with Ori not okay
Homemade, f*ckin' with the kid is like propane
I could blow up any minute like Cobain, b*tch
[Verse 4: DJ DAX]
More about the p.m., but I'll beat it in the mornin'
Pull up in the BM, but I'm leavin' in the Foreign
Yeah, I'm from the DMV, it really is important
Ain't nobody beatin' me, it's always been my Shonen
Show me my opponent, y-y'all n*ggas ain't that tough
Thinks I'm reminiscin', I'm just dewlling on the match-up
Bumpin' city girls up in the whip, they 'bouta act up
Honey, bein' honest to you, I wanna do bad stuff
Y'all keep on watching what we do
Couldn't convince me that I still do need you
Run it back, run it back, talkin' 'bout redo
Had brunch with a dime, that's seventy percent less
And just left the salon lookin' somethin' like Miku (Sweet)
Y'all not on sh*t, we knew
Your man isn't handsome, your man's giving bidoof, oof
I had to get mine in gold, I'm tryna see bodies roll
And when it comes to that guap, I gotta get mine and go
Maybe I should do a little bit of rappin' (Yeah)
Shawty is a little bit of ratchet
Homie brought a little bit to match it
And I told 'em that it's Fyooch 'til the rose hits the casket