Pyscho Michael (feat. Baccend Zay & Dopeboy Ju)

Don't worry baby I'll be fine
She say she love me I say fuck you
Bitch you ain't my girl why you always acting crazy
When she suck me she look like she got rabies
I'm tryna dip but she wanna have my babies
Only girl I need in my life is my old lady
Thick bitch crazy ima name her JT
Why the fuck they act like they hate me
Remember the days posting rate me
Back in eighth grade fucking with 2 best friends
I want both of y'all so I went and got it
When I blow everybody gone applaud it
I'm grinding they can't stop it
When I'm on the stage Ima rock it
On the way to outer space with moon rocks in my pockets
This ain't no game bitch you can't bop it
When I see drip Ima cop it
I ain't talking no five O
Send shots at the rival
Getting money really vital
Ima big boss they can't change my title
Step out in overalls with the rifle
She a psycho, She get mad she turn into Michael

Hold on
Yea that bitch mad turn into Michael
But that pussy wet turn me into Michael Phelps
Hold on
Smoking so much loud I just might fuck around and go deaf
Go on licks all by my lonely how I'm gone tell on myself
Let's Go
Say you want features from lil Baccend then just pay the fee
The way my niggas keep the chopsticks you would think they Japanese
I'm sick as fuck with this flow like my ass got a disease
Home run derby's with these sticks like my name was David Ortiz

Got no heart in this bitch 21 shots in the ARP
They swinging bats up out the fucking roof rolled up in grabba leaf
Al capone this shit too thrax them woods can't smoke alone
Buy you a drink what's the chance that you gone roll with me
Don't like the cold then bitch you got to go because we stay in freeze
You can see my pockets large no kangaroo drum kick with ease
Trap be jumping and we all thumbing through way too much cheese
Every night successful on the move cause we the motion team



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Writer(s): Logan Clark
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