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[Intro]
Aye, I’m in pyscho mode(pyscho mode)
Uh, I’m a crazy head
Yeah, hey

[Chorus]
Stop actin’ gangster on the gram(stop)
My street credit authentic caps lock, yours spam(paper)
Full of lean at interscope wit’ ruffles in my hand(high)
2 rings, 80 bands, drippin’ Gucci, dapper Dan
Got me fly like a kite(like a kite), like a kite(like a kite), like a kite(kite), took off outta sight(pew, pew)
I can see the light, white
Houses just like heaven
Garage in my master bedroom
And the Wraith got Delta legroom(skrt)

[Verse]
I don’t [?] wit’ niggas at all like some white folks(you crazy)
I’m a pyscho, iced out, money Michael
You’re pockets Lipo, he hurtin’ get a medic pillow
Pillow talkin’, that’s pathetic
Might get dry fit, I ain’t sweatin’ it
Pay my ties wit’ the fifties, wipe my ass wit’ the hundreds
First she love then she dump me, wishy washy like the laundry
Shootin’ dice like it’s Jumanji, in the jungle with the monkeys
Grip her head, I’m hella scrunchy, eat me up, she got the munchies
Then you tweet about one bitch
And then your other hoes got mad at you(yeah)
Copy and paste in the same text, like where the [?] you goin’ to?(ha)
It’s the same nigga sendin’ shots(it’s twice), he 0 and 2
I had [?] his wife and on his birthday, think he know it too(damn)
Bank account, three commas(a trey baby), that’s no typo
Gangster grill, DJ Drama(sheesh), my teeth a light show
Told them niggas get from ’round me, that’s a iso
I can’t let ’em cross me up(what’s that called?)
That’s a ivo(I’m ballin’ tho’)

[Chorus]
Stop actin’ gangster on the gram(stop)
My street credit authentic caps lock, yours spam(paper)
Full of lean at interscope wit’ ruffles in my hand(high)
2 rings, 80 bands, drippin’ Gucci, dapper Dan
Got me fly like a kite(like a kite), like a kite(like a kite), like a kite(kite), took off outta sight(pew, pew)
I can see the light, white
Houses just like heaven
Garage in my master bedroom
And the Wraith got Delta legroom(skrt)

[Outro]
I’ma pyschom I-I’ma pyscho, I’m-I’m-I’ma pyscho
Iced out, money Michael

[Verse]
Young Draco nigga, you know I’m real nigga
I slide in that Bentley, they think I’m drug dealer
Jump out the top and my young nigga flip the switch
Quarter million in one day just to be specific
Fuck with Draco nigga I empty the clip
Had to go run it up, trappin’ through the 6
Hop out the Rari, I look like the man
Round 250,000 on my Instagram
Look at it bitch, she staring, she my biggest fan
Whippin’ my wrist in the pot like a ceiling fan
Who is him? I ain’t ever heard of him
Make the wrong move then you know Draco’s shoota gon murder him
Hop in the Lamborghini then I swerve on ’em
Junkie hit my front door, know what I’m servin’ him
Front door back door, with the draco
Front door back door, front door back door
Trappin’ a nigga runnin’ up them pesos
Call up my plug he gon pull up with a whole case load
Stackin’ up M&M’s just like they Lego’s
Call up my shooters, they shoot when I say so
Fuck with Lil Soulja, I’m sprayin’ with the draco
Servin’ the junkies, run up a bankroll
Ballin’ on niggas, I sprained my ankle
Ran up them M’s, nigga I got pesos
Fuck with the gang and we shootin’ shit up
Fuck on yo bitch, you know what’s up
I do a show, I’m on a tour bus
I’m in LA, now I’m up in New York
Fifty thousand in one day, that’s just Soulja
Young nigga puttin’ them bricks in a Rover
VVS diamonds, they come out the water
Young Draco nigga, I’m fuckin’ yo daughter
Young Draco nigga, Ferrari the sport
Young Draco nigga trappin fuck nigga, come place yo order
Titanic my chain, put it in the water
VVS Audemars look like some coke
Young Draco pull up shootin’ shit at that Madi Gras
I take a brick, ship it to Panama
100 bricks, put it in my momma house
Whip out that draco like what they talkin’ bout?

[Verse 1]
I find it hard to say the things I want to say the most
Find a little bit of steady as I get close
Find a balance in the middle of the chaos
Send me low, send me high, send me never demigod
I remember walking in the cold of November
Hoping that I make it to the end of December
27 years and the end of my mind
But holding to the thought of another time
But looking to the ways at the ones before me
Looking for the path of the young and lonely
I don’t want to hear about what to do
I don’t want to do it just to do it for you

[Chorus]
Hello, hello
Let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero
Let me show you what it’s like to always feel, feel
Like I’m empty and there’s nothing really real
I’m looking for a way out
Hello, hello
Let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero
Let me show you what it’s like to never feel, feel
Like I’m good enough for anything that’s real, real
I’m looking for a way out

[Verse 2]
I find it hard to tell you how I want to run away
I understand it always makes you feel a certain way
I find a balance in the middle of the chaos
Send me up, send me down, send me never demigod
I remember walkin’ in the heat of the summer
Wide-eyed one with a mind full of wonder
27 years and I’ve nothing to show
Falling from the doves to the dark of the crow
Looking to the ways of the ones before me
Looking for the path of the young and lonely
I don’t want to hear about what to do, no
I don’t want to do it just to do it for you

[Chorus]
Hello, hello
Let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero
Let me show you what it’s like to always feel, feel
Like I’m empty and there’s nothing really real, real
I’m looking for a way out
Hello, hello
Let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero
Let me show you what it’s like to never feel, feel
Like I’m good enough for anything that’s real, real
I’m looking for a way out

[Bridge]
Let me tell you ’bout it, well let me tell you ’bout it
Maybe you’re the same as me
Let me tell you ’bout it, well let me tell you ’bout it
They say the truth will set you free

[Chorus]
Hello, hello
Let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero
Let me show you what it’s like to always feel, feel
Like I’m empty and there’s nothing really real, real
I’m looking for a way out
Hello, hello
Let me tell you what it’s like to be a zero, zero
Let me show you what it’s like to never feel, feel
Like I’m good enough for anything that’s real, real
I’m looking for a way out

[Verse 1: Kelsea Ballerini]
I’ll tell you a story before it tells itself
I’ll lay out all my reasons, you’ll say that I need help
We all got expectations, and sometimes they go wrong
But no one listens to me, so I put it in this song

[Pre-Chorus: Kelsea Ballerini]
They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They got their hands at my neck this time
But you’re the one that I want, if that’s really so wrong
Then they don’t know what this feeling is like

[Chorus: Kelsea Ballerini & Andrew Taggart]
And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah

[Verse 2: Andrew Taggart]
I’ll tell them a story, they’ll sit and nod their heads
I tell you all my secrets, and you tell all your friends
Hold on to your opinions, and stand by what you say (stand by what you say)
In the end, it’s my decision, so it’s my fault when it ends

[Pre-Chorus: Kelsea Ballerini & Andrew Taggart]
They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They got their hands at my neck this time
But you’re the one that I want, if that’s really so wrong
Then they don’t know what this feeling is like

[Chorus: Andrew Taggart]
And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
And I say yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-eah
Yeah-eah-eah-eah

[Verse 3: Kelsea Ballerini & Andrew Taggart]
I’ll tell you a story before it tells itself
I’ll lay out all my reasons, you’ll say that I need help
We all got expectations, and sometimes they go wrong
But no one listens to me, so I put it in this song

[Pre-Chorus: Kelsea Ballerini & Andrew Taggart]
They tell me think with my head, not that thing in my chest
They got their hands at my neck this time
But you’re the one that I want, if that’s really so wrong
Then they don’t know what this feeling is like

[Bridge: Kelsea Ballerini & Andrew Taggart]
My friends say no-o, no-o-o
Then they don’t know
No-o, no-o-o
Yeah, no-o, no-o-o
They don’t know
No-o, no-o-o
No, no

[Outro: Kelsea Ballerini]
And I say no, oh, oh
And I say no, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They don’t know, oh

Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Aight, I’m ready

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink
You a bad bitch, then we can link
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh-uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great”

Ok, your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip

That jeweler me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
Franck Muller me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon’ shoot, can’t miss
My shooter got .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil girl don’t trip
Cool blood, but my money crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can’t take no pic, no flick (no cap)
Fuck that bitch in my new whip (skrr)
Her ass so fat, can’t fit
Her ass so fat, it’s amazing (amazing)
Her ass so fat, it’s a miracle (miracle)
Her last man money hysterical
She from the six one nine, Rey Mysterio
I’m the same nigga bustin’ their stereo
Yeah, my boys on the block selling O’s, no cheerios
I don’t wake up in the morning for cereal
Flip the brick make the whole shit do a aerial
Bang the shit out and make the hoes sing Ariel
Silencers so they really can not hear me though
Killing these beats, Lil Uzi a serial
Clean up the body, prepare for the burial
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
I got the swag, probably I’ma finish you
I am a octopus, I cannot breath without water
So I put diamonds on my tentacles
How is you stoppin’ us, they is not toppin’ us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money on my head just for your album, bruh
Tell me lil’ boy, if it’s beef I get to choppin’ shit up like it’s prime and treat you like you Optimus
My chain white gold your shit look like copper bruh
MCM yeah that shit made of ostrich bruh
But I don’t wear that, give that to my hoes
Yeah, I swear that lil’ nigga my clone
I had to do this shit all on my own
Yeah, slime shit, lil’ baby, put diamonds in my nose

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
So you know I cannot slip
That jeweler made part of my wrist

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made a part of my wrist
AP made part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist (gang)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (gang, gang)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (gang)
New finger ring sit like a sink (gang, gang)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (gang, gang)
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, “eat me cock”
Motorcycle days, bitch, young jock
That’s what I call her, she all on my top
Rapstar or do he sell rock?
He got files so he beatin’ the trial
Couple racks, let them niggas run wild
Super filthy, man, they livin’ so foul
I got some real niggas that is locked up
Tryna shade the bar just for the foul
All my bitches want me to take a foul
Live off verbs, and I live off of nouns
He get money, then I had to say “how?”
New rug, and it’s made out of wolf
New rabbit, yeah, I use as a towel
Lil’ bitch, yeah I run through the city
Different spots in it just like a cow
Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout a mansion, no house
Yeah, my closet, yeah, that shit got a house
Four years, I ain’t even see a mouse
Please stop talking, bitch, put dick in your mouth
We get money, what the fuck is a drought?
Makin’ rain ’cause I’m up in the clouds
Had to tell that lil’ bitch, get from around
‘Cause that little bitch be fuckin’ with clowns

Let’s go, let’s go, had to tell that lil bitch, yeah let’s go
Yeah, that lil nigga stole my swag, and he’s tryna steal my flow
I had to switch it up one time just like I switch my phone
I could try one more time, I can give this shit one more go
I put hundreds in my safe (ayy)
I throw twenties in her face
I put the M in a J (ayy)
I got a bae in the bay (ayy)
I fucked on that nigga little bitch that’s the reason he tryna’ say that I’m gay (ayy)
Way more coochie the kid slay (ayy)
I sell a mil in a day (ayy)
All of my bitches they grade A
I do not get it in Canada, but when I’m in Toronto they treat me like Drake
This a light jet, this a flight day
Had that lil’ bitch, that’s on Myspace
I can feel this shit in my veins
Look at my neck, that’s an ice tray
Come on tell me, what you sayin’
(what you sayin’, what you sayin’, what you sayin’)

And your girlfriend like my drip (drip, uh)
Happy birthday to that bitch (bitch)
Yeah, the one that suck my dick (dick, uh)
Triple S got that extra grip (grip)
(Oh yeah)

Franck Muller made part of my wrist
Franck Muller made part of my wrist
New Rollie made part of my wrist
AP made a part of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a millie down sellin’ my bank

New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger ring sit like a sink
You a bad bitch, then we can link (what?)
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they on my grape (uh)
And she said “Lil Uzi so great” (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate? (uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don’t give me migraine

Throw up gang signs, Naruto
Put metal in my nose like Pain
Man, I never saw this bitch before
How the fuck she know my name
She said, “Lil Uzi, hello”
I looked at her, “Oh, hey”
You ain’t never seen pastry dough, well lil’ bitch, I got cake (ayy)
Gettin’ money, I’m the man
Gettin’ money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, they not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
‘Member she ain’t want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken eat pop
MC told the bitch, “eat me cock”

Yeah, that’s it