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psycho mi & ydd maven - rick owens lyrics

[intro: ydd maven]
go, go, go, yeah+yeah
go, go, go, yeah+yeah
go, go, go, yeah+yeah
go, go, go, yeah+yeah

[verse 1: ydd maven]

huh, huh, drip in barcadi
talk to them b+tches, they wanted versace
know that they feel it, i’m dropping the addy
sip out the wraith
all black fit, no, i drip out the wraith
come in rick owens, f+cking your b+tch
i’m f+cking your b+tch in my rick owens
take the trip out to wendy’s, no, i’m feeling so high
i spit out the venom, i’m carti tonight

know you can’t touch this, i’m flying tonight
shout+out my homie, we call him the psycho
call up my opps like we tryna fight those

[chorus: ydd maven]
in the drink, yeah, the bacardi i’m sipping
drop on all the molly, yeah, it’s heated
drop with that heater, know it’ll hit ya
straight down to your dome, we won’t miss ya
no, no, no, we’a k!ll ya
from the 46 drop, we some k!llers
with the pole, with that mac, we some hitters
lil’ n+gga talking sh+t but we won’t+
we won’t+, we won’t+, we won’t+
we won’t k!ll ya
[verse 2: psycho mi]
ay, ay, i done gone too far (too far)
ay, shut up, the f+ck, what’s the problem? (hey+hey)
ay, my money grown too tall, ay
500 spent on my problems, ay
all of these n+ggas don’t know, uh
don’t wear no cheap ass clothes
4600, you know how that go, ay
i rather stay on my own
she tryna f+ck me or sum
i rather hang with my pole, counting these nights all alone
46’ n+ggas they know we don’t fold (quick+quick)
we burn you to stones (b+tch, b+tch)
cut off some n+ggas, they thought they the real ones (psycho, psycho, psycho)
but they don’t know that i hang with the realer ones
ayy, excuse me with this mac+10 (yeah)
maven just keep spinning (yeah)
he ain’t care, pull up with vultures then (yeah)
i don’t even wanna talk too much (psycho)
i got smoke in my lungs (ay)
i don’t care, boy you dumb (ay)
i don’t care well enough (ay)
pull up there and you run

[verse 3: ydd maven]
sippin’ that drank, i be drinking like carti
huh, huh, drip in barcadi
talk to them b+tches, they wanted versace
know that they feel it, i’m dropping the addy
sip out the wraith
all black fit, no, i drip out the wraith
come in rick owens, f+cking your b+tch
i’m f+cking your b+tch in my rick owens
take the trip out to wendy’s, no, i’m feeling so high
i spit out the venom, i’m carti tonight
jump out the moshpit, won’t die lit tonight
know you can’t touch this, i’m flying tonight
shout+out my homie, we call him the psycho
call up my opps like we tryna fight those
[verse 3: ydd maven]

know you can’t touch this, i’m flying tonight
shout+out my homie, we call him the psycho
call up my opps like we tryna fight those

- psycho mi ydd maven lyrics

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