Psyched Out
Psyched out
Tell that bitch bite down
Where my city folk
Boy put that mic down
She got low for the fact that my dick just hanging out
You can’t sort this out
Bitch it’s going down

Imma MF boss
Get yo ass knocked out
First minute
First round
Burst in it like wow
When I’m texting with your wifey she like “can I get it now”

No second thoughts when wrecking thots
They recognize the sauce

Made her drip drip drip
Right on Sikk Sikk Sikk
Gotta kick kick kick
When I flip flip flip
Ain’t no MFs running the sustenance
Y’all be on some funny shit and I ain’t talking substances

She gon fondle on my monologue your mamas on knees
In the stall up at the mall I got my balls upon her teeth
You can call up all your army still won’t harness half the steez
Epiglottis get blotted with condiments I skeet

I’m not foreign to your moral-less endorsements
I’m more than this
I focus clean my corner when I order up some dreams
I got a morsel of concordances important and so free
It’s not the irony inspiring me
It’s honestly the beats