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psycho - dbk, 884phxbia 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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