Norman Bates lyrics

Hey kids, get your stick
I hit a liq, you hit a liq, we hit a liq
Little b*tch squirting all over my crib, so
When I eat that pus*y Goldie gotta rock a bib

Lil b*tch, I'm sh*t hoe, big though
Coming in this year so my wrist glow
(?) wanna ride the pony but I bet her pus*y stink though
Get lost, I bet that your rat trap looking like a sink hole

King kong, I smoke gorilla glue in a big blunt
Till my wig lost like a toupee out the window
Groupie wanna wife me but inside I'm really dead, so
If I wife a woman then she wanna be a widow

I look at these rappers in the biz like a dog fight
Check my jaw size, I'll bite until you all die
Call the plug he send the brick take too small white (?)
b*tch on the plane and she always make it on time

Never play me, if you play me, I'm insane
I go crazy like Norman Bates be
I got all the ladies like my name Swayze
Patrick ratchet dirty dancing on my package lately

Yea, I know she acting basic she won't make it
If the b*tch is basic she throw like Brady
I break out that cage when you try to tame me
Yea, I got all the gravy, I made the gravy
My cocaine is super clean like it's the 80's
I don't need the zipper bag I don't do AD (?)
I don't do no front I just do pay me
Cause I ain't never lazy; thats why I'm cakin'

If you want to take it then come and take it
But you ain't gonna take it, you ain't a gangster, you just faking

I just wanna game Ali goat is he past that (?)
Cali Ghost, spooky with the sauce, it's a hashtag
Every time I call to make the drop, it's a cash grab
All the money in my back pack give me bad back

It's ok though, I got these perkys in my system
I don't want to feel, so when I'm hurting I just get numb
b*tch I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got a victim
If you do not give me what I want I got that big gun
(Machine gun fire)

(Eazy Mac)
Give me all the cash, I got guns in my backpack
b*tch you got a flat ass, looking like a flap jack
Sorry 'bout this black mask, but I couldn't sacri-
Face doing life so my appearance is abstract

Cause if you know that's Mac
Then this is a wrap, rap
I have to go "brla brla" (gun fire noise)
We don't want to have that
No, no. Don't push me like a thumb tack
You probably have rug rats
I just need my drugs back

All these pills ain't cheap I gotta get 'em from my moms friend
I'm from Canada, its cold she bring 'em on the dog sled
Came down from the Arctic, she looked like a hot mess
Stay in my apartment, shower then got dressed

(yea, yea)
When I feel the most they say God bless
Now I meet the Migos with a kilo with the Offset (Offset)
Quavo (Quavo) Take Off (Take Off)
Got 8 balls like baseballs blow face off

Stay up late in motels, Norman Bates
Did a quarter plate
I'm a psycho, no mistake
(scream)