​Punkinloveee
Psychodrama
[Verse 1]
Mix Hollister and Prada, I'm too zombie for ya
Call me psychokitty, my life's a psychodrama
I blew up, I'm a Saudi, count ten bands in the Audi
ZBC the posse, pull up and eat your body
I don't fuck with nobody, Chanel on my fragrance
I'm covered in money, bitch, yeah, I'm hard as hell
For you, I'm a groupie, yeah, I love the way you move
It's true, it's you

[Verse 2]
Dead in designer jeans, the freshest on the scene
I push the Lamborghini
I move like I'm Houdini, it's like you never see me
You act like a junkie, you can't get shit from me
I'm rockin' double Cs, and I got D&G, it's all over me
That's thirty mgs, I don't pop triple Cs (Chanel on me)
My life is a dream, so I don't even sleep
I got crucifix and rosaries

[Verse 3]
Bands on top of bands on top of bands but ain't no groceries
Fans on top of fans on top, my haters, they can D-I-E
I don't even wanna chat with you 'cause talk is cheap
I don't leave my crib, don't leave my crib, 'cause I'm a Jesus freak
I pray for my haters 'cause they're hella gay
If I was you, I'd be sad
I just made my money dance, I made it clap, yeah, with no hands
I got shipments coming in the mail and hella rubber bands
I threw away all my Trues and I got hella Ricky pants