Physco

Chillin in my room jus smokin pot yo Paintings on the walls just call me Picasso Gotta lotta bands jus like I won the lotto Throwin these hands like a Lil vato Escapin the prison jus like el chapo Got me goin phsyco and I’ll never stop tho Phyco, where the hype tho Keep my pipe low (shhhh) That shit nice yo Quite a price tho But I got a presentation Beat up then I beat down with no hesitation It’s just the medication I’m in the vibe so I’m jus levitatin Goin on a trip it’s just a reservation Waiting for an hour I’ve been patient Then my heart jus be chasin Friday 13th jus call me Jason The fears I’ve been facin Conquering and tracin Then all these other bitches faken Make his ass pop like it’s some bacon But aye you must be trippin I been shootin 3s like Scottie pippen She take her top off then I be hittin Her mom walks in the room then I’m dippen She freakin out then she be flippin She whoop my ass then I won’t be sittin Yes I have a plug but there is no shippin Shippin? What is shippin You got shooter but you know they be missin But my homie gotta gun And no it’s not a prop Boy you better run And duck from the opps No I ain’t done Dip from the cops These shooters ain’t stoppin till they see a body drop Then I runnin in the room with a fuckin mop All I was tryna do was smoke some fuckin pot But you still did it or not You said you would bring a couple but you brought a lot But this is no joke so bitch you better hop The Boys jus Finna let his body rot I am a beast you can see my snot I started from the bottom risin to the top Imma keep goin I ain’t never gonna stop My bad if it was offending didn’t mean to bust your chops I jus gotta let this shit pop