I don't wanna hear nothing about it

I'm making hundreds of thousands

I want a couple of houses

I been avoiding the truth

I guess I'm running around it

When i record in the Booth

I guess I'm somewhat at balance

I got like nothing to lose

I Give a fuck bout a challenge

When you got something to prove

But every body is doubting

And it'll give you the blues

But all my colors amounted

To being one of the few

That gives a fuck about talent

So go against me and lose

Cause y'all are puddles to fountains

And bitch i'm huffin' a pound up inside A coupe

And I'm the truth I gotta shout it

Got a gun that imma shoot

Your days are numberеd you don't want a

Run in with the one that's countin'

And I'm upping my Allowance

Givе a fuck about a group

I make you suffer got 'em drowning

In a pool and that's the que to get the fuck up out my county

Never trippin' off of power

I just do what imma do

And never sell out for a crown

Y'all are clowns, and bitch I'm a psycho

I don't fuck with the past, thumbin' racks no cap but shit, what do I know

I gotta relax, I'm feelin myself jus a Lil too much and I'm a psycho

Unlimited cash, I'm killin' you all, but gotta keep living like I'm broke

Lil bitch like what do I know

Bitch, what do I know

Im a psycho

Bitch, What do I know

I'm a psycho

Hopped in a drop, spin the block, get a rock, break it down all night

I've written, top notch shit and god listen

Let him shine my light

I'm spittin' hollow tips I got a Pistol loaded

Bitch you crossed my line

Yall trippin'

Competition ain't a thing, I got you bitches all in my sights

Drop 250 on some new glass

And i Lay a little verse shit is too gas

And u coulda had a future but you blew cash

And I coming for the bag so you know I'm a psycho

I don't fuck with the past, thumbin' racks no cap but shit what do I know

Lil bitch what do I know

Bitch what do I know