PSYCHO
We'll keep the same formula
Turn me up a little bit
Got 3 in a row
Yeah
I can't really trust no one
Except my momma and my gun
I need some space far away from
These niggas and these bitches you know how they come
She go so low, to the damn floor
Make me go psycho, yeah I'm Rambo
Might go, Jackson back in '85
Or go Jordan, nigga And-1
Funny how these dudes be on my dick more than my shawty be
Diamonds on my body offsetting like they Cardi B
Please keep it gangsta, feel like Marley G
All that I can be is just me, swear it's hard to be
Somebody else who ain't me, my dawg
If I had a genie I would free my dawg
Gotta go through me before you R.I.P. my dawg
I just wish that I could see my dawg
Step out fresh as hell I gave 'em stale faces
In my shell toes, watching out for shell cases, yeah
Demons in my head, I seen some hell faces
Barely step outside, fuck it, it's a rare occasion
Let down the top, let 'em see who's inside
To whom be surprised that it's me and my guys
Got my head in the skies, praying to God
I don't believe it, shivers in my body I'm anemic, but
I can't really trust no one
Except my momma and my gun
I need some space far away from
These niggas and these bitches you know how they come
She go so low, to the damn floor
Make me go psycho, yeah I'm Rambo
Might go, Jackson back in '85
Or go Jordan, nigga And-1
Turn me up a little bit
Got 3 in a row
Yeah
I can't really trust no one
Except my momma and my gun
I need some space far away from
These niggas and these bitches you know how they come
She go so low, to the damn floor
Make me go psycho, yeah I'm Rambo
Might go, Jackson back in '85
Or go Jordan, nigga And-1
Funny how these dudes be on my dick more than my shawty be
Diamonds on my body offsetting like they Cardi B
Please keep it gangsta, feel like Marley G
All that I can be is just me, swear it's hard to be
Somebody else who ain't me, my dawg
If I had a genie I would free my dawg
Gotta go through me before you R.I.P. my dawg
I just wish that I could see my dawg
Step out fresh as hell I gave 'em stale faces
In my shell toes, watching out for shell cases, yeah
Demons in my head, I seen some hell faces
Barely step outside, fuck it, it's a rare occasion
Let down the top, let 'em see who's inside
To whom be surprised that it's me and my guys
Got my head in the skies, praying to God
I don't believe it, shivers in my body I'm anemic, but
I can't really trust no one
Except my momma and my gun
I need some space far away from
These niggas and these bitches you know how they come
She go so low, to the damn floor
Make me go psycho, yeah I'm Rambo
Might go, Jackson back in '85
Or go Jordan, nigga And-1
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Writer(s): Tyler Holness, Basso Beatz
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