PSYCHO! lyrics

[Intro: Grioten]
Yeah, goddamn, I be rubbin‘ off the paint
All this money all this power got me feeling like I'm Bane (Ayy)
I‘ma tie you up in motherf*ckin‘ chains
Motherf*cker, step back, b*tch, you messin‘ up my track, f*ck that

[Chorus: Grioten]
Ayy, like b*tch, I don‘t wanna f*ck with you (Ayy, ayy)
I got a bad b*tch sucking off my tip, goddamn
All these motherf*ckin’ haters got me blessed up
I know that they hatin’ ‘cause they know I‘m f*cking next up (Ayy, ayy)
Damn, b*tch I got monopoly, I know it got you mad
Better flex up, I got all these b*tches in my lap
I‘m a psycho, I‘ma punch you in the face if I get mad
No b*tch, no tips, no fits, you wack

[Verse 1: XELISHURT]
Ayy, yeah, b*tch so bad and she walk up in my bed
With the cash on me and she reach up in my bag
If a n*gga wanna talk, I got 30 in thе MAG
Yeah, I‘ma let it bang, I‘ma dump it out the back (Ayy, ayy)
I'm on go modе sh*t, you on slow mode sh*t
Keep the gadget tucked, I‘m on go-go sh*t
Got a patek on my wrist, got a baddie on my di*k
Spinnin’ like its Call of Duty, I‘ma hit a flick
[Verse 2: Grioten]
Like damn, b*tch, look at me now
I got more b*tches than you, on my lap
I got b*tches on my line and they only wanna snap
Like, b*tch, I don‘t give a f*ck about your b*tch, you wack
Like f*ck you, I don‘t wanna deal with your sh*t
I got a goth mommy b*tch and cool with my sh*t
I got a big ass a bat, on my murderous sh*t
b*tch, I‘m a pumped up kid, you know we bout to get lit

[Verse 3: XELISHURT]
Me and Grio in the spot, we got beamers in the lot (Uh-huh)
Yeah, rollin‘ down the windows, I‘ma air it through your block (Yeah)
Uh-huh you upset, uh-huh she wet (Uh-huh)
Run up in the store, gotta do it for a check (Ayy) (Uh-huh)
Love when she do it she grab on my inner thigh (Yeah)
Do anything that I want, I‘m on demon time (Yuh)
Walk up in the spot with a dirty blade tucked (Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, she love a bad boy, ‘cause I do not give a f*ck

[Outro: Grioten]
Like b*tch, I don‘t wanna f*ck with you
I got a bad b*tch sucking off my tip, goddamn
All these motherf*ckin’ haters got me blessed up
I know that they hatin’ ‘cause they know I‘m f*cking next up
Damn, b*tch I got monopoly, I know it got you mad
Better flex up, I got all these b*tches in my lap
I‘m a psycho, I‘ma punch you in the face if I get mad
No b*tch, no tips, no fits, you wack