Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Carson
Ken Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Kenyatta Frazier Jr.
Songwriter
Eddie Neville Elnaugh
Eddie Neville Elnaugh
Songwriter
Jerry Cruz
Jerry Cruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
16yrold
16yrold
Producer
Free Nilo
Free Nilo
Producer
Corey Moon
Corey Moon
Recording Engineer
Ben Lidsky
Ben Lidsky
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm a psycho, rock the show, fuck the bitch all night, though Wrap a bitch-ass up like a gyro You get hit with the CO2 pyro We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames Bet you never had a nigga like me, ho Shawty used to fuckin' with lames I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets You know my phone on silent Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin' Don't want no new bitches, they be connivin' I jump right on the beat and start slidin' I jump right in your bitch, I'm divin' I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin' I'm tryna fly a bad bitch to the island, we in Punta Cana Shawty just got a new tan, look like she fresh out the sauna Oh, you bad as hell, you got your looks from your mama I'm on ten about my bitch, I'm with all the drama Bitch, I fully function off these drugs, I'm a legend Now I'm at the top, I'm lookin' down at all of these peasants I was whippin' the Lamborghini, stopped at the light, they tell me to rev it I'm a real vampire, can't catch me out 'fore eleven Gamblin' with my life, I'm tryna hit me a seven Her mind dollar signs, she tryna cop some new titties I can't go, when it come to these hoes, I'm a pro with these bitches I ain't stressin' 'bout that pussy, I don't even want the head I just be focused on me, yeah, gotta stay focused on me I just be rockin' these shows from coast to coast, five hundred a week I ran that shit up, but I ain't never been to a track meet Lately it feel like money the only thing that attract me I mean money the only thing I'm attracted to I'm a stand up guy, I don't need no gang to do what I do I put them pounds on a plane and flew right straight to Europe If a rap nigga keep talkin' shit, we gon' put his bitch ass on a mural But that's how it get for sure, I'm holdin' my stick for sure Stay off of these drugs, I'm loaded These niggas can't kick, I'm catchin' they hoes, yeah, yeah, I'm the goalie I'm a real psycho, Pat Bateman ain't got nothin' on me Yeah-yeah I'm a psycho, rock the show, fuck the bitch all night, though Wrap a bitch-ass up like a gyro You get hit with the CO2 pyro We gon' shoot the smoke out of these flames Bet you never had a nigga like me, ho Shawty used to fuckin' with lames I'm used to countin' up checks on private jets You know my phone on silent Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she ridin' Don't want no new bitches, they be connivin' I jump right on the beat and start slidin' I jump right in your bitch, I'm divin' I'm tryna reach a new level, I'm strivin'
Writer(s): Jerry Cruz, Kenyatta Frazier Jr., Eddie Neville Elnaugh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out