PSYCHWARD SYMPHONY lyrics

[Intro]
f*cked up, b*tch, you got me f*cked up
If you don't wanna die, pus*y, look me in my eyes
All these b*tches got me f*cked up, pus*y got me f*cked up
It ain't no switchin' sides, pus*y, better recognize (Damn, Con, this sh*t sound crazy)

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Blunt to my lips, I'ma smoke it 'til it's gone
They know better, I love pressure, we gon' turn him to a song
Grab that chopper, I don't know no better, spray it all night long
Can't feel my face, I love K, I see graveyards in my way
Fat Nick shorty back on bullsh*t, I'm the one, gon' keep a full clip
When I pop him, push his wig back, is we f*ckin', or we chit-chat?
Cowboy killer, smoker, we shootin', but keep a poker
AK from the 'Raq, but kill him and drop him kosher

[Chorus]
f*cked up, b*tch, you got my f*cked up
If you don't wanna die, pus*y, look me in my eyes
All these b*tches got me f*cked up, pus*y got me f*cked up
It ain't no switchin' sides, pus*y, better recognize

[Verse 2: Germ]
Badsh*t
b*tch, I'm in Cybertruck, Elon gon' line 'em up
[?], can't come find us and get your mind touched
I'ma be honest, I'm a problem
Marching past the bullsh*t, feel like I just climbed a mountain
Can't talk none of y'all serious, I don't know 'em, they be clown, huh
b*tches on my phone, I ain't gon' answer, I'ma lie, dog, [?]
See you at the case, wish y'all well, ho be catchin' shells
b*tch, yeah, give her hell, send it in the mail, yeah
I'm so rich, please, kill him dead, leave him where he fell
b*tch, yeah, give her hell, send it in the mail
[Chorus]
f*cked up, b*tch, you got me f*cked up
If you don't wanna die, pus*y, look me in my eyes
All these b*tches got me f*cked up, pus*y got me f*cked up
It ain't no switchin' sides, pus*y, better recognize

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Bend the block, this that music, get high and go test your life
Everyone that ever tried me tell tales and keep duckin' pipes
Keep a big chrome driller, nine-milli' go 'head and feel you
My partner, he better flick you, these missiles is still gon' hit you
Adderall, crushed Norcs, bad b*tch brought a cutter
I might wanna f*ck you, but I ain't bringin' no rubbers
I'm a pill-poppin' bandit, never understand it
In love with the money and violence, it's doin' damage

[Outro]
f*cked up, b*tch, you got me f*cked up
If you don't wanna die, pus*y, look me in my eyes
All these b*tches got me f*cked up, pus*y got me f*cked up
It ain't no switchin' sides, pus*y, better recognize