​​psych lyrics

[Chorus]
‎On these different substances, I'm psyched out, uh (Hiheartz)
Psyched out, uh
Got them lights out, uh
She wanna meet me, told that bih meet at the drug house
I just sent that b*tch the addy, she don't know it was the plug's house
Yeah, like she don't know just who I am, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' monster
I'm a zombie on them pills, yeah
Thirty clip, I got him
Why that b*tch up in the field? Yeah
I just bust down the lil' racks
I could barely even feel sh*t

[Verse]
Shawty got a fat ass and I told that bih to back that sh*t up
Uh, up, uh, up, yeah, back that sh*t up
I got a bloody, then I told that bih to pour that sh*t up
Uh, up, uh, up, told her pour that sh*t up
4 a.m., I'm still up
f*ckin' on some sisters
Told that bih to make my dinner
I get geeked up off prеscriptions
I get geeked up
I get geekеd up, barely livin'
Y'all know what's in my cup
And I ain't gon' let you sip it
Zombie walk in the mud
Baby want some purple kisses
I cannot do no love
Take yo' soul and then I finish
I'm so fly, up with doves
Codeine come out when I'm p*ssin'
She know I'm in love with blood
Ninety Oxy', feelin' different
Got that ho up in a Range' Rove'
Told that bih to bring me home
So I change clothes
And she can't see my face
'Cause I got that Ricky cloak
Don't care what you say
b*tch, I don't wanna know
b*tch, I had a bad day
So I went and poured a four
I'm too busy switchin' lanes
Nah, I can't go slow
And I'm ridin' dolo
Can't do promo
Hate that f*ckin' b*tch
That's a low blow
Dressed up in this Rick
Walkin' through the snow
Think that b*tch need an award
For givin' me that throat
Yeah, that lil' b*tch a GOAT
She a GOAT with that throat
I don't know what you want, what you want, what you want
Come with me and close the door, close the door, close the door
I'ma f*ck 'round, hit that bih from the back, then the front
And you know I cannot lack, got that pole 'cause I'm up
'Cause I'm up, then it's stuck
Hear them shots, gotta duck
I'm too busy livin' my life
I couldn't give a f*ck 'bout ya
And I'm off one-twenty Oxy'
But I'm far from actin' dumb
And you know I snuck that Glocky in
When I'm in the club
And you know I love that sloppy sh*t
When she suck me up
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh
[Chorus]
‎On these different substances, I'm psyched out, uh
Psyched out, uh
Got them lights out, uh
She wanna meet me, told that bih meet at the drug house
I just sent that b*tch the addy, she don't know it was the plug's house
Yeah, like she don't know just who I am, yeah
I'm a f*ckin' monster
I'm a zombie on them pills, yeah
Thirty clip, I got him
Why that b*tch up in the field? Yeah
I just bust down the lil' racks
I could barely even feel sh*t