PSYCHOTIC

[Intro]
Hella fuckin straps and I deploy
Flash ur buddy up like a decoy
Bitch I got a Glock n I mofuckin destroy
Ridin 'round the block with a mofuckin big toy, ugh

[Verse 1]
Mentally fucked, bitch, I'm gettin' psychotic
Smokin on pack, bitch, I'm smokin' exotic
Sippin on gin, I mix it with the tonic
Fucked up every day, that shit is chaotic
Fuck all of your music, your shit is so terrible
Smokin' on gas, bitch, I'm smokin' on medical
Actin' so hard in the comments, I'm skeptical
Poppin' a edible, gettin' histerical
Feenin' so hard, I'm in need of a cigarette
Suckin my dick, ye, she know that she into it
Talkin 'mad shit in the mofuckin internet
Creep in the night like a mofuckin silhouette
Feelin fuckin' bad, feelin' down bad, aye
Takin all these drugs, yeah, I doubt that, aye
Stalkin' all my shit now you got mad, aye
Say you got lots of fans, where your crowd at? aye

[Verse 2]
Blow up your shit call me fuckin artillery
Dont give a fuck clearin' up the faccility
There is no trickery, that's my ability
Movin' the bricks and I do the delivery
Snatchin your shawty, bruh, I'm a disgrace
Tabs on my tongue, I might go into space
Catchin' a case, slam the scythe in your face
Run away, deep in the night when I chase
Hate yall to death keep in my mind I despise you
Creepin' around in the streets and suprise you
Y'all just degenerates got a low IQ
Copy my sounds, little bitch, atleast try to
Come out the gutter, rob you and you stutter
Bitch, I am a gunner, shot you and your brother
Pull up in a humma, I need to recover
Bitch, hide in your cover 'cause I am a hunter