Psycho Lyrics by Post Malone ft Ty Dolla Sign
[Hook/Chorus – Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP going psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rolling through my end zone
[Verse 1 – Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone
I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the s–t, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the s—s ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, “S–t, this is it,” ayy
34 a walk through, man we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we get sin in the rent’
And I’m like woah
Man, my dash so g—–n cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth so, so low
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money, that won’t ever fall
She said, “Can I have some to hold?”
And I can never tell you no
[Hook/Chorus – Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP going psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rolling through my end zone
[Verse 2 – Ty Dolla Sign]
The AP going psycho, my Rollie going brazy
We’re hitting lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ b—h
Now we riding in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Booling with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the eyes drop “ayy”
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still don’t let my fans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof
They matching with the jewelry
[Hook/Chorus – Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP going psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rolling through my end zone
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