Psycho Flow
Welcome to Bangxr Records
Oh fuck that beat scare me
Let's go
Bitch bitch, yeah
Yeah, ay, yeah
Psychopath, a manipulator
But I got more digits than a calculator
Pull up on 'em like I'm Dirty Harry
And I gun him down like the terminator
See a brick, I might flip that
She a hoe, I might tap that
Glock shot cause backlash
Got more straps than a backpack
Lurk lowkey with the whole team
Half mask cause they know me
Church body, he hole-y
And I'm 3 and 0 on the broski's
They all know me, made my own way
Pull out the strap, heat his whole face
I've been fuckin' with your bitch, dawg
And I'm in her mouth like I'm Colgate
East Coast Youngin, fuck with me now
Mans throwin shade and I'm gunning him down
He wanna talk, so I ran in his house
And I shot at his pooch and I fucked on his spouse
See me lurk, 2-4, all day, huh
Nine milla bullets, he's not okay
Nine millimeter, gon' heat his face
Don't slide on my team, I'll slide on your place, bitch, yeah
Yeah, ay
Ecy on the fuckin' beat, bitch
We out
Sike, Sike, you thought this shit was over?
Nah man imma pass the mic
On god
Remember I was 9 and we was always playin' Twister
When I left my ex girl, yeah I never fuckin' miss her
If you pull up on me imma probably pull the fucking trigger
On my momma, on my dad, and on my mothafuckin' sister
I was rollin' round my city tryna find some inspiration
Tryna write up some new bars, but I had no motivation
I just smoked a fuckin' joint, and now my eyes look fucking Asian
I fingered her for too long and now my fingers look like raisins
Oh fuck that beat scare me
Let's go
Bitch bitch, yeah
Yeah, ay, yeah
Psychopath, a manipulator
But I got more digits than a calculator
Pull up on 'em like I'm Dirty Harry
And I gun him down like the terminator
See a brick, I might flip that
She a hoe, I might tap that
Glock shot cause backlash
Got more straps than a backpack
Lurk lowkey with the whole team
Half mask cause they know me
Church body, he hole-y
And I'm 3 and 0 on the broski's
They all know me, made my own way
Pull out the strap, heat his whole face
I've been fuckin' with your bitch, dawg
And I'm in her mouth like I'm Colgate
East Coast Youngin, fuck with me now
Mans throwin shade and I'm gunning him down
He wanna talk, so I ran in his house
And I shot at his pooch and I fucked on his spouse
See me lurk, 2-4, all day, huh
Nine milla bullets, he's not okay
Nine millimeter, gon' heat his face
Don't slide on my team, I'll slide on your place, bitch, yeah
Yeah, ay
Ecy on the fuckin' beat, bitch
We out
Sike, Sike, you thought this shit was over?
Nah man imma pass the mic
On god
Remember I was 9 and we was always playin' Twister
When I left my ex girl, yeah I never fuckin' miss her
If you pull up on me imma probably pull the fucking trigger
On my momma, on my dad, and on my mothafuckin' sister
I was rollin' round my city tryna find some inspiration
Tryna write up some new bars, but I had no motivation
I just smoked a fuckin' joint, and now my eyes look fucking Asian
I fingered her for too long and now my fingers look like raisins
Credits
Writer(s): Aiden Lokstet
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