irokkout - pychedelics lyrics
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 h+lla kella
we don’t do no g+19, oh god, i do you one better
i step out the fye fly as f+ck 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
p+ssy pilot think we duckin’ smoke, we just tryin’ not to k!ll him
i said no twin, put that fire on you, he ain’t gotta be no k!ller
i don’t know you, n+gga, 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 n+gga 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 bullsh+tter
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 d+ckin’
dolo, but i’m fine with that n+gga, i don’t be doing no cl!ckin’
i just put that iron on that n+gga 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 n+gga 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 h+ll, i’m tryna remember where the f+ck i was
hit on with a ten+piece, but no fangs, it’s like a hand and thumb
i don’t really f+ck 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 n+ggas sleepin’ on this sh+t, but they wakin’ up
i don’t wanna hear about your problems, talk to the man above
n+ggas, i show it, please test me back, you must have ain’t had enough
if i ain’t bring my glock inside that b+tch, don’t invite me to no club
i’ma make it out the underground, ’til i ain’t hear you talk
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