Schizophrenia.coM lyrics

[Verse]
(What's cookin' shy?)
Go and make em bleed, yeah
n*gga, this ain't no Teen X, yeah
Where my rings at? Huh
Where yo' ring hit? Huh
Servin' beans, 'til they f*ckin' fiendin', psycho sh*t
We gon' put the FN right into his neck (Blah, huh)
Yeah, where's yo' black truck?
Okay, order the trash bag
n*ggas have Balenciaga, no Chrome
Yeah, choppa f*ck these n*ggas, uh, no comment
Yeah, all you see is red on, red on, red, like the Cullinan, huh
Skeletrix, for the moment
b*tch, where yo' mom at?
We gon' need em' p*ssed
I don't even know where yo' time at
Gave these n*ggas a med kit
Told 'em, "Okay, roger"
I just got all these racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
Grab that bag, grab that bag
Took my shot, y'all n*ggas distractions
And a choppa wetter than my laugh is, ha