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Psycho – Post Malone

Damn my AP going psycho
Lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos

Damn my AP going psycho
Lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no show

Got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend
When I’m rollin’ through my ends though

You stuck in the friend zone
I tell that four, five the fifth aye
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit aye
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit aye
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit aye
I made my first million
I’m like, Shit, this is it aye
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit aye
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip

Out the window of the Benzo, we could send in the rent
And I’m like woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said Can I have some to hold?
And I can’t ever tell you no

Damn my AP going psycho
Lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos

Damn my AP going psycho
Lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend
When I’m rollin’ through my ends though

The AP going psycho, my Rollie going brazy
I’m hittin’ lil’ mama, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one switch, I can make the ass drop
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high aye, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Call up Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

Damn my AP going psycho
Lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos

Damn my AP going psycho
Lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend
When I’m rollin’ through my ends though