Psycho lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a psycho
Rock the show, f*ck the b*tch all night, though
Wrap a b*tch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a n*gga like me, ho
Shawty used to f*ckin' with lames
I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin'
Don't want no new b*tches, they be connivin'
I jump right on the beat and start slidin'
I jump right in your b*tch, I'm divin'
I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin'

[Verse]
I'm tryna fly a bad b*tch to the island, we in Punta Cana
Shawty just got a new tan, look like she fresh out the sauna
Oh, you bad as hell, you got your looks from your mama
I'm on ten about my b*tch, I'm with all the drama
b*tch, I fully function off these drugs, I'm a legend
Now I'm at the top, I'm lookin' down at all of these peasants
I was whippin' the Lamborghini, stopped at the light, they tell me to rev it
I'm a real vampire, can't catch me out 'fore eleven
Gamblin' with my life, I'm tryna hit me a seven
Her mind dollar signs, she tryna cop some new titties
I can't go, when it come to these hoes, I'm a pro with these b*tches
I ain't stressin' 'bout that pus*y, I don't even want the head
I just be focused on me, yeah, gotta stay focused on me
I just be rockin' these shows from coast to coast, five hundred a week
I ran that sh*t up, but I ain't never been to a track meet
Lately it feel like money the only thing that attract me
I mean money the only thing I'm attracted to
I'm a stand up guy, I don't need no gang to do what I do
I put them pounds on a plane and flew right straight to Europe
If a rap n*gga keep talkin' that sh*t, we gon' put his b*tch ass right on a mural
But that's how it get for sure, I'm holdin' my stick for sure
Stay off of these drugs, I'm loaded
These n*ggas can't kick, I'm catchin' they hoes, yeah, yeah, I'm the goalie
I'm a real psycho, Pat Bateman ain't got nothin' on me
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm a psycho
Rock the show, f*ck the b*tch all night, though
Wrap a b*tch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a n*gga like me, ho
Shawty used to f*ckin' with lames
I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin'
Don't want no new b*tches, they be connivin'
I jump right on the beat and start slidin'
I jump right in your b*tch, I'm divin'
I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin'