PSYCH ft. August Tenn Lyrics

They thought they was winning, we pulled up like bitch, psych

Feel like I'm a God, with this ice I bring the light

She roll a mean one like her coochie, doobie tight

I'm not homophobic, she fuck me but she a dyke

Speeding through the traffic windows tinted you can't see me

And you know the mirrors close up when they go pleep pleep

She can get it, she can get it, Oprah Winfrey

Water on me drippy and she thirsty for the Figi

All that cap up on your Gram but me I know you in these streets

Even the captions where you get em me, I know you when you speak

Why the fuck we you go sound when knowing well you a gon' breach

I don't mind I give her D like she don't know her ABC

That money, cars and clothes, it don't make you immaculate

Tripping or traveling, I tip I got balances

Why they tell the truth but it be way too inaccurate

Diamonds dancing on my ears, I know that both of them talented

Hold on, hold on, hold on tight

And my heart cold so I can never break the ice

You can't play with us and think you never pay the price

You gon' pay the price, transaction for your life

They thought they was winning, we pulled up like bitch, psych

Feel like I'm a God, with this ice I bring the light

She roll a mean one like her coochie, doobie tight

I'm not homophobic, she fuck me but she a dyke

Speeding through the traffic windows tinted you can't see me

And you know the mirrors close up when they go pleep pleep

She can get it, she can get it, Oprah Winfrey

Water on me drippy and she thirsty for the Figi

My homie shape shifters, they Circle the Block

My money do that yoga man, it's stretching a lot

With your bitch she want some dinner later, I flow like incinerator

Obliterator, she a fan, she blow me like a ventilator

Exzy Beatz , tell them what we do, we gon' chop the roof

Hands up in the air, chuck a deuce, we got none to lose

Them niggas ain't doing shit, to be honest, y'all just talk a lot

And the picture that you tryna paint gon' need some Photoshop

Foreign zoom, zooming, I'ma ride it till the motor pop

And your bitch stiff, see her moving like she Robocop

When we pull up they just flee flee flee

Make them wet when they see me, they wee wee

They thought they was winning, we pulled up like bitch, psych

Feel like I'm a God, with this ice I bring the light

She roll a mean one like her coochie, doobie tight

I'm not homophobic, she fuck me but she a dyke

Speeding through the traffic windows tinted you can't see me

And you know the mirrors close up when they go pleep pleep

She can get it, she can get it, Oprah Winfrey

Water on me drippy and she thirsty for the Figi