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dbk, 884phxbia – psycho lyrics

[chorus: dbk]
b+tch, i’m packing that glock when i walk out the house
and i keep me a seal like a muhf+ckin’ scout
and yo’ daddy a rat so you must be a mouse
got that boy in this sh+t what you talkin about?
choppa hit his sh+t, now he lookin’ r+t+rded
bought a glock in this b+tch, i’ma f+ck up the party
glock with the scope and a beam
but i put a bud on that b+tch
cut ’em up like a garden
b+tch
got a shotty on me, that’s a k!ll, tech
f+ckin on yo’ thotty, and i think that she a red+head
i just caught a body, plus that n+gga was a dread+head
two shots hits his top, leave a p+ssy n+gga dead, dead
what the f+ck, b+tch?
grab me a lil’ choppa, let it bust, b+tch
caught him like a sauna, make him run, b+tch
n+gga, 555, i ain’t done b+tch
[verse 1: dbk]
ak47 finna send him to the medic
i got all the guap, all the money, all the lettuce
cut a n+gga up, i’ma leave a n+gga shredded
and that n+gga is a b+tch, yeah, that sh+t in his genetics
he tried to get away, he got his foot on the pedal
i got that fire, that iron, the metal
and i came with that heater, that muhf+ckin’ kettle
said he toting a stick but you told him to red us
nah, that sh+t is dirty
i just be k!llin’ them beats just like murder
shot at the b+tch, i didn’t mean to hurt him
and that b+tch tried to f+ck but i had to curve her
pushin’ them shots at your area n+gga
i put that boy in a barrel n+gga
shot yo b+tch and now you carry her n+gga
what, you think i’m finna spare you n+gga?

[verse 2: kaisani]
he wanna fight it out with a real n+gga
i’m gon’ leave his dumbass surrounded by chalk
i got the choppa on me, on my trigger and gives a f+ck, boa, when i talk to my glock?
why the f+ck you wanna touch me, n+gga?
b+tch i’m a dog, like a husky, n+gga
you n+ggas b+tches, you musty, n+gga
i got yo’ b+tch, she might bust me, n+gga
b+tch, yeah
my friends’ call me kani
bullets wrapped around my body
she gon’ suck it, do it sloppy
k!ll a n+gga, that’s my hobby
and my flow is f+ckin’ godly
choppa on me, that’s (?), my n+gga, what the f+ck like?
b+tch change your bullet, lil’ n+gga
choppa get to hummin’, kid cud’ lil’ n+gga, ugh
b+tch i’m with the gang, cannot touch me n+gga
why the f+ck amanda wanna suck me, n+gga?
uhmm, that’s beyond me
choppa gon’ sing like beyoncé
n+ggas cannot see me, john cena, mane
all the stupid b+tches cannot l!ck on me, b+tch
n+ggas know i’m not the type to try, though
had a n+gga run it back like a typo
that b+tch wanna f+ck, she not my type, though
ever since a youngin’, i’ve been a psycho
[chorus: dbk]
b+tch, i’m packing that glock when i walk out the house
and i keep me a seal like a muhf+ckin’ scout
and yo’ daddy a rat so you must be a mouse
got that boy in this sh+t what you talkin about?
choppa hit his sh+t, now he lookin’ r+t+rded
bought a glock in this b+tch, i’ma f+ck up the party
glock with the scope and a beam
but i put a bud on that b+tch
cut ’em up like a garden
b+tch
got a shotty on me, that’s a k!ll, tech
f+ckin’ on yo’ thotty, and i think that she a red+head
i just caught a body, plus that n+gga was a dread+head
two shots hits his top, leave a p+ssy n+gga dead, dead
what the f+ck, b+tch?
grab me a lil’ choppa, let it bust, b+tch
caught him like a sauna, make him run, b+tch
n+gga, 555, i ain’t done

- dbk 884phxbia lyrics

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