Pychedelics

I need a psychedelic
Baby, my name Rok, I do my thing, I might run for Presi'
Even when I sit it in a holster, it still be too heavy
Bitin' but you hatin' at the same time, I need my credit
I just hit two hoes at the same time, I need my credit
You can never be this in a million years, that's why you jealous
I don't follow trends, I like language, not the white Margiela
Scram in my DMs, I don't see ya, I go hella kella
We don't do no G-19, oh God, I do you one better
I step out the fye fly as fuck out when I drop a phantom
Mom told me I'm a star, I told her she's stellar
We gon' be so quick to drop them buzz, 'cause I'm the breadwinner
Pussy probably think we duckin' smoke, we just tryin' not to kill him
I said no twin, put that fire on you, he ain't gotta be no killer
I don't know you, nigga, my eye on you, I don't know if you a real one
She don't watch WWE, but she like how I pin her
Don't let nigga try you like no sucker, better keep your chin up
Don't come around me bragging about your ho, I still can probably hit her
Trish me on the first one, that's up though, I'm not no bullshitter
Hit on with a ring like Rico Rick, I shoulda said good riddance
Even though I'm signed to the label, I'm still independent
Sweaty ho be lying on me, baby, I don't be doing no dickin'
Dolo, but I'm fine with that nigga, I don't be doing no clickin'
I just put that iron on that nigga like when you in the kitchen

I need a psychedelic
Baby, my name Rok, I do my thing, I might run for Presi'
Even when I sit it in a holster, it still be too heavy
Bitin' but you hatin' at the same time, I need my credit
Shotta came push up on a nigga and up in a minute
Rok, I'm a cold blood slime, I ain't got no feelings
In the party, I'm full of that dime, but I'm not that one
Please don't make a fool of yourself, boy, I'm not the one
Sometimes I get full of myself 'cause I know what I done
Take the hood, fill it all with D, but she can't have my son
If I got the hoes, I'm still fun 'less he had me to come
When you talk too much, just close your mouth like when you chewing gum
Counting up this money, I just can't wait to lose your large song
I get high hell, I'm tryna remember where the fuck I was
Hit on with a ten-piece, but no fangs, it's like a hand and thumb
I don't really fuck with fried chicken, but we do got drums
I wasn't even caught that ass a game, they just a group of bums
Baby, why you block me on my number? I'm tryna show you love
Lotta niggas sleepin' on this shit, but they wakin' up
I don't wanna hear about your problems, talk to the man above
Niggas, I show it, please test me back, you must have ain't had enough
If I ain't bring my Glock inside that bitch, don't invite me to no club
I'ma make it out the underground, 'til I ain't hear you talk