Psycho Lyrics

They call me psycho

They call me loco

Call me crazo

I'm weirdo

But im rare tho hoe

Cant believe in everything you've see And heard

Yea I die by my word

Yea Life is like a curse

Pull up on you at the curb

Pull the forty out then i murk

Never seen me at my worst

Never seen bitch pull the ak out ha

Skirt, maybe her purse

If you want it, if you ready, you can get it, now

War ready, Hold the choppa steady

All you hear now is gun sounds

My dawg we don't play round

My god send help now

My dawg we don't play round

My god send help now

I Gotta call, from the plug

Said he re'd up I'm like aight

Hope the 5'0 is outta sight

Cause I tryna do no jail time

Look out for the red strips, strobe lights, ight

These bitches they hating type

I don't like, I won't wife up

Get off my pipe, and you kno mehn fuck the hype

Cause everything mehn it got a price

Put you money on it, and call it a night

Sleep on it I get it in your mind

But never the less, I always make it, last, I gotta Leave it pass

But never the less, I always make it, last, I gotta Leave it pass

They call me psycho

They call me loco

Call me crazo

I'm weirdo

But im rare tho hoe

Cant believe in everything you've see and heard

Yea I die by my word

Yea Life is like a curse

Pull up on you at the curb

Pull the 40 out then i murk

You never seen me at my worst

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If you want it, if you ready, you can get it, now

War ready, Hold the choppa steady

All you hear now is gun sounds

My dawg we don't play round

My god send help now

My dawg we don't play round

My god send help now

Came outta no where I got no fear

You Got no buisness here

Back way I from you will dead

Leave you rinkin stink

Chop you body up feed you to the fishes

Got no time for snitches

All on my mind is the riches

I'm fuck up my myself I cant help you bitches

I'm just chillin with my mistress

Duce duce holding twentytwo, got the forty on Me

In party to, hope they don't notice me

No they don't kno who I be

Money old as me

You can go ahead and check my ancestry

Tryna build my dynasty

Fuck the industry

All my niggas we in the streets

Cashing checks getting to the money

Protect your neck you little dummy

On my wu tang shit, aint nothing funny, why you Acting

Brethren

They call me psycho

They call me loco

Call me crazo

I'm weirdo

But im rare tho hoe

Cant believe in everything you've see And heard

I die by my word

Life is like a curse

Pull up on you at the curb

Pull the forty out then i murk

Never seen me at my worst

Never seen bitch pull the ak out ha

Skirt, maybe her purse

If you want it, if you ready, you can get it, now

War ready, Hold the choppa steady

All you hear now is gun sounds

My dawg we don't play round

My god send help now

My dawg we don't play round

My god send help now