Walkers
Lil Psvcho
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I could tell you 'bout the darkside, while you sitting out at courtside Shit I seen I can tell you 'bout this new future here, I got foresite Farmers tan, middle of the Summer, twistin' up, sittin' in a Hummer I got shot by an undercover but I bounced back and I still recovered Walk around I got a empty stomach, tryn'a eat the bass up and keep 'em comin' Snares, kicks, hats and the claps, walking dead tryn'a eat the public Arm coming out the dirt in front of my tombstone and I climbed out I aint betting on a headshot from them fuckboys who brought nines out Find me walking through the White House with a ODing Amy Winehouse With a giant mouth... she don't stop talking I'ma knock her out Triple digit with the body count, yeah we both looking homocidal Flesh coming up off her face, you won't ever find a hotter model Traumatizing to the biggest rapper that you idolizing Me and Crit got a good plan for how we coming into hip-hop asylum You just came to hip-hoppers island, zombies, zombies, everywhere you look Looking beautiful up in the flesh, diamond tie on with a pair of chucks No designer on my shirt, and I'm writing every verse Every cypher is a hearse, demon drink in all my thirst And I'ma walker and I'm movin' viscous, I was in them ditches, gettin' to the business So we caught a couple bodies not to mention, Goons walking, tearin' down the fences New music, like no se, none of that shit's okay None of that shits Psycho, he a broke spitter with no pay Wave the cow in like olet and then I split her once from the jumpoff Then instinctively dump off on the opposition tryn'a come forth And that's living right, got some new weed every single night Indica put me on the jet, new sativa got a different flight Walk in the do' and I'm rolling the dro, tell me a rapper can f*ck with the flow Bury his ass on a radio single, telling you we aint gon keep it all low Boy you a bitch and the people all know, Psycho a killer I smoke on the piff Feeling too wavy, the ocean'll drift, bitch she a present, I'm opening gifts And I'm hoping to get a few million all in my pocket and shit The incompetent kid, you can find me where thermometers is Put the cock in her ribs, feeling too cocky, I'm cocky as shit Bruh if my name aint the top of the list then honestly I got a problem with this No designer on my shirt, flow pirahnnas where it hurts Rap madonnas getting hurt, put ya problems in the dirt, wahh No designer on my shirt, and I'm writing every verse Every cypher is a hearse, demon drink in all my thirst And I'ma walker and I'm movin' viscous, I was in them ditches, gettin' to the business So we caught a couple bodies not to mention, Goons walking, tearin' down the fences
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