Psych Out Lil Yachty

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[Intro]
(I'm working on dying)

[Verse]
Don Corleone in this muhfucker, young Al Capone in this muhfucker (Brrt), yeah
Young OJ Simp' in this muhfucker, shoot like Shawn Kemp in this muhfucker (Brrt)
We, we brought them blicks in this muhfucker, we brought them sticks in this muhfucker
We give no shits 'bout a muhfucker, pull up big body like tow trucker (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah (Hoo), yeah (Huh), yeah (Brrt)
Yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah, wait (Go)
Yeah, yeah (Slatt), yeah (Mhm, brrt, mhm, brrt, bop, mhm)
Watch your tone, I'm not your man, leave your phone, bring your friend (Slatt)
Break your back, I ain't holdin' hands
Double back to the Motel Inn
He a pussy, know fact (Yes)
His brother snitch, his daddy bitch (Fuck 'em)
His momma ugly, his sister burnt, outside, niggas know we turnt
Got Wock' pints (Yeah), got green pints, got red pints (Go), got Hi-Points (Go)
Nigga, fuck the oinks (Fuck 'em), free my nigga out the fed joints (Brrt)
Free my niggas out the prison gates (Twin), twenty-three, up twenty-eight (Slatt)
Face fuck her, I don't ever date (No), look good so I feel great
Call up my brother up, bet he make it shake (Oh)
Yeah, yeah (Hoo), yeah (Huh), yeah (Brrt)
Yeah, yeah (Uh), yeah, wait (Go)
Yeah, yeah (Slatt), yeah (Mhm, brrt, mhm, brrt, bop, mhm)

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