Psychedelic
Baby do you stick
Do you trip?
Do you do a dance
I can never tell if you can
Spent a hunnid bands
Baby do the most
I go rock
Cumming in pants
Thinking that she psychic in this shit
Put me in a trans
Cali Reds
Valley Threads
Black on Black from tip to toe
It's all depends
On the day
Moving out from 34
I cannot wait
Staying Hill to Hill
I thought we would, Look Momma, Think we made it
Moving back to Vegas
Sucking me off dater, Burping me up later
Saying that it's cum
Yeah, She kinda crazy
Yesterday feel hazy
Got me feeling me numb
Think I know her name
So, I call her Tracie
Drugs don't make me lazy
Sunk careers
I said it's dangerous
Disappear like vapers
Nigga, What's the word
Citykid would make you famous
Whispered like a humming bird
Used to tell me, we won't make it
That some shit you would prefer
Couldn't say my name til now
I promise you
Y'all, I endured
Used to get real salty bout the business
Promised I matured
Used to feel real shaky bout the paper
Now the bag secured
Do not date no girl that fucks you first
& Then gets insecure
Shots drank off her belly, Not her first
Question her like, Wait a minute?
Drinking, smoking, Where's her limits
Dance all night, Made triple digits
Off the P and Now I fidget
MVP
That's how I win it
Ass on me
That's how I finish
Papa P
That's how I'm living
Rolling joints
I didn't show you, look at her I'm asking
Baby do you stick
Do you trip
Do you do a dance
I can never tell if you can
Spent a hunnid bands
Baby do the most
I go rock
Cumming in pants
Thinking that she psychic in this shit
Put me in a trans
She think she cold, but she dyke
(She a dyke)
I still hit her like, twice
Trying to figure out what's right when it was wrong
Ride round 40, knock out your chromosome
Grew up poor, Now I'm living life
I be still up at 12 like I'm riding bikes
She gon chew on this dick like a Mike & Ike
He think he Superman, Hit him with that Kryptonite
I tell god, pray for me cause I ain't living right
Watching me like it's Nick at Night
Bottom of my shoe's bloody, I'm a crip tonight
Nigga's living life
Baby do you stick
Do you trip
Do you do a dance
I can never tell if you can
Spent a hunnid bands
Baby do the most
I go rock
Cumming in pants
Thinking that she psychic in this shit
Put me in a trans
Do you trip?
Do you do a dance
I can never tell if you can
Spent a hunnid bands
Baby do the most
I go rock
Cumming in pants
Thinking that she psychic in this shit
Put me in a trans
Cali Reds
Valley Threads
Black on Black from tip to toe
It's all depends
On the day
Moving out from 34
I cannot wait
Staying Hill to Hill
I thought we would, Look Momma, Think we made it
Moving back to Vegas
Sucking me off dater, Burping me up later
Saying that it's cum
Yeah, She kinda crazy
Yesterday feel hazy
Got me feeling me numb
Think I know her name
So, I call her Tracie
Drugs don't make me lazy
Sunk careers
I said it's dangerous
Disappear like vapers
Nigga, What's the word
Citykid would make you famous
Whispered like a humming bird
Used to tell me, we won't make it
That some shit you would prefer
Couldn't say my name til now
I promise you
Y'all, I endured
Used to get real salty bout the business
Promised I matured
Used to feel real shaky bout the paper
Now the bag secured
Do not date no girl that fucks you first
& Then gets insecure
Shots drank off her belly, Not her first
Question her like, Wait a minute?
Drinking, smoking, Where's her limits
Dance all night, Made triple digits
Off the P and Now I fidget
MVP
That's how I win it
Ass on me
That's how I finish
Papa P
That's how I'm living
Rolling joints
I didn't show you, look at her I'm asking
Baby do you stick
Do you trip
Do you do a dance
I can never tell if you can
Spent a hunnid bands
Baby do the most
I go rock
Cumming in pants
Thinking that she psychic in this shit
Put me in a trans
She think she cold, but she dyke
(She a dyke)
I still hit her like, twice
Trying to figure out what's right when it was wrong
Ride round 40, knock out your chromosome
Grew up poor, Now I'm living life
I be still up at 12 like I'm riding bikes
She gon chew on this dick like a Mike & Ike
He think he Superman, Hit him with that Kryptonite
I tell god, pray for me cause I ain't living right
Watching me like it's Nick at Night
Bottom of my shoe's bloody, I'm a crip tonight
Nigga's living life
Baby do you stick
Do you trip
Do you do a dance
I can never tell if you can
Spent a hunnid bands
Baby do the most
I go rock
Cumming in pants
Thinking that she psychic in this shit
Put me in a trans
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Writer(s): Malik Jackson
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