Текст Moneybagg Yo – Psycho Mode

I’m in a psycho mode (psycho mode)
Uh, I’m a crazy head
Yeah, hey

Stop actin’ gangster on the gram (stop)

I don’t fuck wit’ niggas at all like some white folks (you crazy)
I’m a psycho, iced out, money Michael
You’re pockets Lipo, he hurtin’ get a medic
Pillow talkin’, that’s pathetic
Might get dry fit, I ain’t sweatin’ it
Pay my ties wit’ the fifties, wipe my ass wit’ the hundreds
First she love then she dump me, wishy washy like the laundry
Shootin’ dice like it’s Jumanji, in the jungle with the monkeys
Grip her head, I’m hella scrunchy, eat me up, she got the munchies
Then you tweet about one bitch
And then your other hoes got mad at you (yeah)
Copy and pasting the same text, like where the fuck you goin’ to? (ha)
It’s the same nigga sendin’ shots (it’s twice), he 0 and 2
I had fucked his wife right on his birthday, think he know it too (damn)
Bank account, three commas (a trey baby), that’s no typo
Gangster grill, DJ Drama (sheesh), my teeth a light show
Told them niggas get from ’round me (spread up), that’s a iso

Stop actin’ gangster on the gram (stop)
My street credit authentic caps lock, yours spam (paper)
Full of lean at interscope wit’ ruffles in my hand (high)
2 rings, 80 bands, drippin’ Gucci, dapper Dan
Got me fly like a kite (like a kite), like a kite (like a kite)
like a kite (kite), took off outta sight (pew, pew)
I can see the light, white
House looks just like heaven
Garage in my master bedroom
And the Wraith got Delta legroom (skrt)

Imma psycho, I-Imma psycho, I-I-Imma psycho
Iced out, money Michael