PsychTest lyrics

[Trippy Tha Kid]
Uh
Ya, Ya I'm
Off two acid tabs rapping fast
and an ambulance behind trying to pass us
I pass blunts in both directions
f*cked yo ho with no protection
Dope suggestion
Turn off the pop from 1 to No direction
A correction
Trippy Tha Kid is the dopest white boy in his section
Not many opponents versin'
Talk some sh*t but it's never in person
On Twitter lurkin'
I stay workin'
b*tch so dumb can't read but she twerkin
So I'm steady lookin at her buttcheeks j*rkin
Off blast off feel free like a cast off
Act hard but you half pus*y like a CatDog thats all fake
pus*y's gotta take the mask off
Blast off
Acid tablet addict in the addict smoking chronic in the basement
Blunts I'm facing
Shots still chasin
Hearts are racin'
I tell the truth I'm not a racist
Random fact it's just a statement
That'll make it
Don't be hatin
You ain't phasing, time you wastin
I rap I zag I stay hydrated
Top button pusher we get elevated
In the party with the homies and we hella faded
Stackin paper till its lookin like the yellow pages
I rap I zag I stay hydrated
Top button pusher we get elevated
In the party with the homies and we hella faded
Stackin paper till its lookin like the yellow pages
[Dylan Ross]
Guess who, Guess who
Yes I'm back again
Young Scottish Mack zagging just like pimpin can
I step out of the shower then I get my deadly friend
Off the damn wham and I'm bout to kill again
Suited up like a squadrant and we militant
This sh*t goes hella deeper than the internet
House Of Drip, House Of Drip
Yeah I rep my set
Handzum boy with the text that'll leave your family wet
Peeling out like a kira vera wang on oz
All I ever do is drip and I will never stop
1-2-3 my 4-5 pop and make you busters drop
Coming down
Swangin Slangin devil sh*t like rocks
Grew up in the woods
Learned how to cut the [?]
Keep the millimeter c*cked
Gotta make a stang and let it hang
Like a strang
Up her brain
Out the side
Up a b*tch not
If you want what I get
Get the number one spot
Get it big, Get a lot
I'm bout to brew a whole pot
and when im when im waking but you shaking
Where you stand, feel the drop
[Trippy Tha Kid]
I feel
depressed [?]
The footballs or less you tryna win the heisman
Magical tears poring down I'm crying
LSD in the sky, I'm flying
With Lucy and diamonds im grinding
The ganja a grinder
You search and I find her
Lucy is my bae and the shrooms are behind her
God sent it down to us
Just as a reminder
Feeling blessed the best is yet to rest
Awake for days
Then no need to check my mind into a mental residence
Inside my head the pen is writing down the
End of time
This joke is not pretend
You
Laughing now but wait until we live
f*cking around with the moon and the sky and your doomed
cause the guys in the sky don't got the time or the room
For your bullsh*t act
Fake costume
Live by the gun and you die by it too
I'm rolling with the gods
I be high flying soon
My minds in the basement but my bodys on the roof