Psycho Lyrics

Did it myself I ain't need me a coach on the beat

Swear to God bitch I'm going insane

While niggas was dropping I swear I was cooking

I'm finna take off man I feel like Usain

Address me as artist I'm not one of these rappers

They know I be snapping they like when I sing

My eater a dummy but she ain't no dummy

Can you tell me why

She keep using her brain

Get money get money just mind your own business

Like don't even be tripping just stay in your lane

Let's say that I made it my niggas be tweaking

Them niggas gon' try steal a rap nigga chain

Like hit a nigga quick with the blick down

When he got hit wow make a nigga body move ways

On personal focus I really been focused

Ain't answer my phone in the booth all day

I'm feelin' like Dugg yeah yeah we payed

You play with my name yeah yeah you faced

What the fuck is a dollar to niggas with

More than a dollar and I ain't doing nothing with change

Yeah my crody a zombie he told me that sliding his hobby

He don't wanna see nothing but brains

Had him load up the choppy and make you go cry to your momma

You play then you bound to get spanked

When I got all these thoughts in my head

I don't know if it's stress but I know that I can't even think

Yea they mad that I'm happy but when I was not

They was hating on me they was glad I'm in pain

Young nigga popped out doing shit they can't

I remember they doubted now look at me smiling

I'm counting I just came from out of the bank

Counting I just came from out of the bank

Why niggas keep dissing these niggas be bitches

I swear to God niggas ain't never had rank

Yeah it took me a minute but I ain't been missing

The songs that I dropped man that shit really crank