Sycotic lyrics

[Intro]
Kico on the track
The squad right there boy
I have a bunch of n*ggas that be doing lots of stuff for no reason
K on the track

[Chorus: Gully]
Got plenty partners, yeah (Ooh), and they 'bout the chopper, yeah (Bang)
Hunting for bodies, yeah (Ahh), got you leaving like packages (Bang)
They all psychotic (Yeah), they all psychotic (Ooh)
They all psychotic (Yee), they all psychotic (Bang-bang)
Got plenty partners, yeah (Bang), and they 'bout the chopper, yeah (Yeah)
Hunting for bodies, yeah (Ooh), got you leaving like packages (Yee)
They all psychotic (Yeah), they all psychotic (Bang-bang, Kico on the track)
They all psychotic (Ooh), they all psychotic, yeah (Bang-bang)

[Verse 1: Gully]
My team never been with the acting (Nah)
So no, there no Samuel Jackson (No)
They crazy like the baker active (Huh)
Ain't no moving like you stuck in traffic (Grahh)
Once they hold you back, don't know we jacking (Damn)
Mak it hurt like an attraction (Ooh)
No capping, harbor, we ain't laughing (Haa)
We come in like fed when they cracking (Ah)
Down, yeah (Ooh), all my n*ggas pretty loco (Boo)
Like a silence motherf*cka (Ahh)
Never really test your luck brah (Ree)
Cause you will get caught with that glocka (Ahh)
pus*y n*gga, wake the f*ck up (Grah, K on the track)
Got your b*tch ass, she a sucka (What?)
So you can see my gang f*cka (For real)
Okay (Alright), alright, yeah
Watch how she really hang sucka (Ahh)
You coming with all that noise (Noise)
Put that on a guillotine, bucka (Bang)
All of my n*ggas be f*cked up (Huh)
Like to be heavy on f*cka (They are)
Cut in your body for suppa (Cah, cah)
Like they Jeffery Dahmer, f*cka (Damn)
[Chorus: Gully & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Got plenty partners, yeah (Ooh), and they 'bout the chopper, yeah (Bang)
Hunting for bodies, yeah (Ahh), got you leaving like packages (Bang)
They all psychotic (Oh yeah), they all psychotic (Wah, Kico on the track)
They all psychotic (Yee), they all psychotic (Bang-bang)
Got plenty partners, yeah (Bang, b*tch), and they 'bout the chopper, yeah (Wet flex, yeah)
Hunting for bodies, yeah (Ayy-ayy, water, wah), got you leaving like packages (Ayy-ayy, yee)
They all psychotic (Ooh, b*tch, yeah), they all psychotic (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, bang-bang)
They all psychotic (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, wah), they all psychotic (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Why my wrist drenched like a comet (Ayy)
Why my weed smelling like vomit (Why my weed smelling like a)
Why I want brain like a zombie (Ewh, ewh)
Call your b*tch ladder cause I'ma climb it (Pew-pew, pew)
Water that b*tch just like an island (Water that b*tch just a)
All my n*ggas they be psychotic (All my n*ggas they be)
Face in the pus*y like I'm tired (Face in the pus*y like I'm)
Just like a minivan, she gon' ride it
No pace, pace b*tch, wait, wait b*tch
Blueberry cake (Look at it)
Flex Alexander Great, Lebron fade away (Looking kinda strong)
This should be a shame (Hm), stick on me, no cane (Look at it)
You a sugar cane (Ya b*tch), I know your b*tch name, okay (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
She told me that she want to sixty nine and I told her do it like Ricky, I'ma time it, mm
She gave me sex, b*tch, like a bondage
Iron be on me like a miner, okay
b*tch, what are you saying? (Wet flex), b*tch smells like a can (What is it, what is it)
b*tch dirty like me (K on the track, Smell like a ew), b*tch shaped like a xan, ayy
[Chorus: Gully]
Got plenty partners, yeah (Ooh), and they 'bout the chopper, yeah (Bang)
Hunting for bodies, yeah (Ahh), got you leaving like packages (Bang)
They all psychotic (Yeah), they all psychotic (Ooh)
They all psychotic (Yee), they all psychotic (Bang-bang)
Got plenty partners, yeah (Bang), and they 'bout the chopper, yeah (Yeah)
Hunting for bodies, yeah (Wah), got you leaving like packages (Yee)
They all psychotic (Yeah), they all psychotic (Bang)
They all psychotic (Kico on the track, wah), they all psychotic (Bang-bang)