Psycho Songtext
von Ballout

(Ayy, Young Malcolm)

All this green, bitch, I′m goin' Geico (I got it on me)
100 thousands on me with the choppa psycho (huh)
707 horses, bitch, you know my typo (vroom)
Hellcat, but it sound like a rhino (skrt)

100 mill′ large if you're talkin' ′bout my goals
We gon′ blow the whole pound, it ain't nothin′ but some smoke (some dope)
Five thousands the jar if you talkin' ′bout the gross (the gross)
I pull up in a double R on they block and it was ghost

I done take that shit back, I'ma bring back a Jeepo (the Jeepo)
′Cause I got too many racks in my pockets, they want hoes (they want hoes)
I heard about my partner, they mention, he toast (huh)
I'm the last of a damn breed, I will never fold (no)


200 carats in the Cuban bust-down rolled (gold)
Double doors on the mansion with the marble on the floor (huh)
In Cali, bitch, you know I got connect phones (I got connect phones)
I just left Barney's some shit that I ain′t wore (I ain′t even wore)

I just caught a opp lackin', nigga, what′s the score? (Huh)
I got crops and they gettin' ready to grow (trees)
This nigga jewelry blurry, my shit on ice-cold (blurry)
And foenem got the choppa, you can see ′cause it's micro (gratata)

All this green, bitch, I′m goin' Geico (I got it on me)
100 thousands on me with the choppa psycho (huh)
707 horses, bitch, you know my typo (vroom)
Hellcat, but it sound like a rhino (skrt)

100 mill' large if you talkin′ ′bout my goals
We gon' blow the whole pound, it ain′t nothin' but some smoke (some dope)
Five thousands the jar if you′re talkin' ′bout the gross (the gross)
I pull up in a double R on they block and it was ghost