Psyched Out
[Intro]
On my damn, what?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
Uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ain't want let me in this shit, I still did numbers though
They ain't wan' let me in this shit, I still did numbers
On my damn, what? (What? What? What?)
They wouldn't let me out my jail cell when I was jammed up
Told me when I remixed hot shells I would get blamed up (Boaw)
[Refrain]
Any n***a send a threat at me, they gon' get patched up (Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
I done got to the money, all my shooters hop out black truck
[Verse 2]
Black truck, black truck
Know them people comin', how them bodies done got stacked up (On 5)
When it get down to the money, n***as do somе whack stuff
Them n***as hated on me, blеw me up, now I'm too racked up
3B work that stick like Turk Osama, 3B act up (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Got some for that bitch and for his momma if he act tough
Put that shit on (Gang)
5
[Verse 3]
Put that shit on 5 (5)
This shit get too live (Live)
This shit in the sky (Sky)
When it's time to gun sum down, 3B ain't gon' drive (Skrrt)
You think this shit turning down? This shit ain't gon' die (No way)
Still got n***as selling pounds, still got n***as slidin' (Skrrrt)
You know what I'm saying?
This shit— This shit could go down the drain
Any day
You know what I'm saying? This shit ain't gon' ever die
This shit ain't gon' ever get over until everybody gone
On 5
Lil' Cam
Lil' Raw
5
[Refrain]
Any n***a send a threat at me he gon' get patched up (Patched up)
I done got to the money, now my shooter hop out black truck
[Verse 4]
Get this shit too lit without no blick his ass get matched up
3B totin' that shit that's gon' leave everybody wrapped up
I'on 'een wanna talk bout how my n***as double tap stuff
I'on 'een wanna talk bout how my n***as track and smack stuff
Who next? Shoot that n***a lights out he gon' see black stuff (Who next?)
When a n***a act too psyched out, that shit attract us
[Outro]
Any n***a send a threat at me, he gon' get patched up
I done got to the money, now my shooter hop out black truck
Get this shit too lit without no blick, his ass get matched up
3B totin' that shit that's gon' leave everybody wrapped up
On my damn, what?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
Uh-huh
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ain't want let me in this shit, I still did numbers though
They ain't wan' let me in this shit, I still did numbers
On my damn, what? (What? What? What?)
They wouldn't let me out my jail cell when I was jammed up
Told me when I remixed hot shells I would get blamed up (Boaw)
[Refrain]
Any n***a send a threat at me, they gon' get patched up (Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
I done got to the money, all my shooters hop out black truck
[Verse 2]
Black truck, black truck
Know them people comin', how them bodies done got stacked up (On 5)
When it get down to the money, n***as do somе whack stuff
Them n***as hated on me, blеw me up, now I'm too racked up
3B work that stick like Turk Osama, 3B act up (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Got some for that bitch and for his momma if he act tough
Put that shit on (Gang)
5
[Verse 3]
Put that shit on 5 (5)
This shit get too live (Live)
This shit in the sky (Sky)
When it's time to gun sum down, 3B ain't gon' drive (Skrrt)
You think this shit turning down? This shit ain't gon' die (No way)
Still got n***as selling pounds, still got n***as slidin' (Skrrrt)
You know what I'm saying?
This shit— This shit could go down the drain
Any day
You know what I'm saying? This shit ain't gon' ever die
This shit ain't gon' ever get over until everybody gone
On 5
Lil' Cam
Lil' Raw
5
[Refrain]
Any n***a send a threat at me he gon' get patched up (Patched up)
I done got to the money, now my shooter hop out black truck
[Verse 4]
Get this shit too lit without no blick his ass get matched up
3B totin' that shit that's gon' leave everybody wrapped up
I'on 'een wanna talk bout how my n***as double tap stuff
I'on 'een wanna talk bout how my n***as track and smack stuff
Who next? Shoot that n***a lights out he gon' see black stuff (Who next?)
When a n***a act too psyched out, that shit attract us
[Outro]
Any n***a send a threat at me, he gon' get patched up
I done got to the money, now my shooter hop out black truck
Get this shit too lit without no blick, his ass get matched up
3B totin' that shit that's gon' leave everybody wrapped up