Americam Phsyco ft. Retro Ricole Lyrics

Yo, it's your boy Tez Lo, you know this shit rock, something to smoke to, drink to, whatever

you wanna do, yeah, ayy, I only do one thing and I just do me, man

For real, I could care less, yeah, my dreams far fetch, but I'm seeing progress, so stop all that nonsense

When you see smoke, yeah, that's Tez Lo, I'm downtown flossin', young nigga bossin', told y'all to level up

Nigga ain't no handouts, big money, stand out, throwin' weed into the crowd, yeah

Ciroc sippin', my dick, she grippin', she keep grinnin', lord forgive me how I'm livin

Bartenders in another round with lemons, look, I ain't gon' hold you, lot of you niggas fake

Remember I'm matchin' J's and that's my girl on a date, now I smoke them to the face

Look, I cut the fat off the meat, now my life is so sweet and it's big pimpin

Flow, no resistance, and do I need to mention, I'm in the game with good attention

Sweet buds smokin' loud, okay, hey, Henny shots, take a line of that 808

And I got my own cleanin' business, I'm gettin' paid every way you think, I don't hesitate

It's cool, we collective at the top, every season we gonna get in

Fuck with the say, cause the wave won't stop

And you can see my niggas winnin' and livin

Can see my team is livin' and chillin

Can see my niggas winnin' and livin

Fuck with the say, the wave won't stop

And you can see my niggas winnin' and livin

Can see my team is winnin' and livin

Can see my niggas winnin' and chillin

Fuck with the say, the wave won't stop

And you can see my niggas winnin

Rollin' loud, but I smoke occasionally

On the screen, Travis Scott, the other stage, Swae Lee

A bottle of whatever, I'ma stay in and write raps

The next album's gon' be all trap

Crazy records for the Caviar playlist, in fact

I'ma try to send slaps to act

But on another note with many hats

Snapbacks and brims, beanies, rags, but don't cap

Niggas be lined up on they shit

Mental health deteriorating just to get likes

A few clicks, stay the course, Jed

The shit be lookin' lit, but

Bra got the filter on her face

Fuck all the negative, it's all benevolence, though

I sip tequila and go demon with a pinch, so

Wrap in circles, round your circle, get your big bro

All competition like Olympic distro

Ludius Beats, it's made from technique

I told my brother Denzel, the man who fires me

He put me on the track and now I speed

Runnin' through my verses like

Sha'Carri Richardson, believe

A photo finish for Cold Stone Vintage

This price is out the ass

Observing the South, I fear

Cause women throw it back

And back to this rollin' loud

The crowd can't be vaxxed

The sickness I would give them from these raps

It's global and collective at the top

Every season we gon' get it

For what they say, cause the wave won't stop

And you can see my niggas winning and living

Can see my team is living and chilling

Can see my niggas winning and living

For what they say, the wave won't stop

And you can see my niggas winning and living

Can see my team is winning and living

Can see my niggas winning and chilling

For what they say, the wave won't stop

And you can see my niggas winning

And you can see my niggas winning