Blurry Picture (Psychosis)
(Ahh) bih, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ho stop sweatin', what you talk 'bout?
Yeah, bad girl, need a time-out
We finna bust and bust at a nigga 'til he cuckout, hop out
Yeah, yeah, race up ina Z06, nigga, uh, jet lag, hot it
Yeah, yeah, when's ya birthday, tryna get you come on, come on
Huh, boy this SRT, switch the UI, turn the five, who got gutted?
Yeah, yeah, niggas ain't knew you a monster (yeah)
Run up, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
You think a joke, when I aim at yo' face, go ratata
Yeah, rata? It's aight baby, grab ya, grab ya, grab ya
Grab your hips, before you come shake it, take it off its okays
Skinny boy, but I got K's
Yeah, we goin' crazy, yeah I shoot it like Grady
Can't go back to the aye, can't go back to the aye
Yeah, send that nigga right back to the ages
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I swipe money, and I put black spray, yeah
Yeah, it's so cold, where my jacket man?
Nigga give a fuck, what type flip y'all gave me
Wake up, ride up, ride up, hold on, hold on, stop it
(What?) I tried to tell man, yeah (blaah)
I said, I said "Tell man", yeah, I said (damn), I said tell man, yeah
I from the A, I'm from the garbage (garbage), yeah
A lot on the internet, all of 'em tryin' to put down a G (put down a G)
I just stroked her hair back, hoe feel that kick
Yeah, I don't feel like, they gon' stop me, they couldn't kill (yeah)
Ho stop sweatin', what you talk 'bout?
Yeah, bad girl, need a time-out
We finna bust and bust at a nigga 'til he cuckout, hop out
Yeah, yeah, race up ina Z06, nigga, uh, jet lag, hot it
Yeah, yeah, when's ya birthday, tryna get you come on, come on
Huh, boy this SRT, switch the UI, turn the five, who got gutted?
Yeah, yeah, niggas ain't knew you a monster (yeah)
Run up, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
You think a joke, when I aim at yo' face, go ratata
Yeah, rata? It's aight baby, grab ya, grab ya, grab ya
Grab your hips, before you come shake it, take it off its okays
Skinny boy, but I got K's
Yeah, we goin' crazy, yeah I shoot it like Grady
Can't go back to the aye, can't go back to the aye
Yeah, send that nigga right back to the ages
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I swipe money, and I put black spray, yeah
Yeah, it's so cold, where my jacket man?
Nigga give a fuck, what type flip y'all gave me
Wake up, ride up, ride up, hold on, hold on, stop it
(What?) I tried to tell man, yeah (blaah)
I said, I said "Tell man", yeah, I said (damn), I said tell man, yeah
I from the A, I'm from the garbage (garbage), yeah
A lot on the internet, all of 'em tryin' to put down a G (put down a G)
I just stroked her hair back, hoe feel that kick
Yeah, I don't feel like, they gon' stop me, they couldn't kill (yeah)
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Writer(s): Edward King Bass Iv
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