PSYCHO 2

[Intro: 884Phxbia]
Bitch, I just copped a suppressor
Glocky ain't making no sound (Bitch, aye)
You can get put in the muhfuckin' ground (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
All of these hoes put they shit on they face and they claim that they pretty
They lookin' like clowns
All of these niggas be claiming they hard
But really they some bitches, they got on a gown

[Pre-Chorus: 884Phxbia]
Bitch, I just copped a suppressor
Glocky ain't making no sound
Talking that shit, stupid bitch, you get hit wit this stick
And get put in the muhfuckin' ground
All of these hoes put they shit on they face and they claim that they pretty
They lookin' like clowns
All of thesе niggas be claiming they hard
But really somе bitches, they got on a gown

[Chorus: 884Phxbia]
Really, you a bitch nigga, know you ain't 'bout it
Uncle lil' Sai get you hit wit that Tommy
Claimin' that shotty, one to the body
One to the head, he gon' turn to a zombie
Niggas be tweakin', they off of that molly
Slide in this shit, kickin' shit like karate
I keep this rapping shit just like a hobby
He talking crazy, got turned into a body, damn

[Verse 1: 884Phxbia]
Nigga talk shit, get bland
I ain't throwin' hands, choppa get to blowin' like a fan
AK finna kick ass, leave him in the grass
Nigga, I ain't comin' in last
Told him get a bag, he went and got a bitch
Damn, pussy nigga goin' out sad
Know I wasn't cappin', that chop gon' blast
Hit him wit a chop, headshot get bad
Bullets gon' go through his fist, go through his head
Anything he claim a shield
Treat that boy like a banana
We slide on his block and that pussy boy finna get peeled
Bitch, I'm the king of the castle, the top of the top
So that mean that y'all boys gotta kneel
Niggas be off of the drugs
Can't tell you the difference between what is fake, what is real

[Verse 2: kaisani]
Nigga dumb if you think it won't blow back, nigga
Walk around, kinda know that, nigga
You know I'ma call, scared to pick up the phone, ass nigga
I'm finna find that you a bitch, said a stone ass nigga
I got a Glock to edit fo', hold that nigga
He don't want these hands, wanna go back, nigga
Get demon from the bottom, better go back, nigga
Ain't tripping over a hoe or a bitch, step back, nigga
Yuh, goin' psycho
They be sayin' I'm a good baby, I know
Pull up on me if you wanna die, hoe
Run it back on the opps like a typo
Yuh, goin' psycho
Make a [?]
Yuh, goin' psycho
Fuck his mom from behind with my eyes closed
Keep that stick for any of my rivals
Runnin' laps, seen a pussy doin' a touchdown
Run up on that nigga, tryna see what all that fuss 'bout
See this diamond shinin' on my wrist? That's a bust-down
Shorty doin' flips on my dick, she finna bust down
He won't survive, force down, that's your man's, nigga?
Put him in the ground with no Glock, these hands, nigga
Bitch, we gonna beat on the drum just like a band, nigga
Yeah, told him air out the map if you're a dead nigga, uh

[Pre-Chorus: 884Phxbia]
Bitch, I just copped a suppressor
Glocky ain't making no sound
Talking that shit, stupid bitch, you get hit wit this stick
And get put in the muhfuckin' ground
All of these hoes put they shit on they face and they claim that they pretty
They lookin' like clowns
All of these niggas be claiming they hard
But really some bitches, they got on a gown

[Chorus: 884Phxbia]
Really, you a bitch nigga, know you ain't 'bout it
Uncle lil' Sai get you hit wit that Tommy
Claimin' that shotty, one to the body
One to the head, he gon' turn to a zombie
Niggas be tweakin', they off of that molly
Slide in this shit, kickin' shit like karate
I keep this rapping shit just like a hobby
He talking crazy, got turned into a body, damn