PSYCHO LYRICS | Post Malone | Latest Song

Latest song  by Post Malone ” Psycho lyrics ” featuring Ty Dolla Sign from the album Beerbongs & bentleys.

Singer: Post Malone & Ty Dolla Sign
Produced by: Post Malone, louis Bell 
Album: Beerbongs & bentleys


PSYCHO LYRICS

Damn, my AP goin’ 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 goin’ 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 rollin’ through

my ends, though

You stuck in the friend zone,
I tell that four-five the fifth,
ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts,
DeChino the shit,
ayy
Try to stuff it all in,

but it don’t even fit,
ayy
Know that I been with
the shits ever since a jit,

ayy
I made my first million,
I’m like, “Shit, this is it,”
ayy
30 for a walk through, man,
we had that bitch lit, ayy
Had so many bottles,

gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo,
we get seen in the rent’
And I’m like
“Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”

Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
I got homies,

let it go, oh
My money thick,
won’t ever fold
She
said, “Can I have some to hold?

And I can’t ever tell you no

Damn,
my AP goin’ 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 goin’ 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 rollin’
through my ends, though

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

The AP goin’ psycho,
my Rollie goin’ brazy
I’m hittin’
lil’ mama, she wanna have my babies
It’s
fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky

You should see the whip,
promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’
in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’
with a thot-thot, she gon’
give me top-top
Just one switch,

I can make the ass drop (hey)
Uh,
take you to the smoke shop
We gon’
get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dial
up 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 jeans, still in my Vans though
All
VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl,

you look beautiful tonight
Stars on
the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Post Malone:]

Damn, my AP goin’ 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 goin’ 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 ‘
rollin’ through my ends, though

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