"Psychopath" lyrics
BabyTron & Certified Trapper Lyrics
[BabyTron:]
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah
Bitch, ayy (What's cooking, Jack?)
Huh, hey
I'm a psychopath
Lil' bitch pussy so crazy, she got psycho cat
MegaTron, I'm slidin' with the Drac', I'm in my micro bag
.223'll do the TKO, ain't finna fight your ass
[Certified Trapper:]
This bitch'll make you do the fuckin' worm
Ten G's, nigga, that's your stash, thirty G's on my snatch outs, I said, "Fuck the perm"
Chase your ass down with this bitch, that'll make you swerve
[BabyTron:]
Douple cup so motherfuckin' dirty, think I taste some germs
Lil' bitch so motherfuckin' dumb, don't use her brain to learn
She an eater
Thumbin' through a hundred blues, it's double on my pinky finger
[Certified Trapper:]
Bitch asked me why my pockets like a BBL
The way you ridin' niggas' dick, you need a CDL
Shoot a hundred rounds out the Glocky, you can see the shells
[BabyTron:]
Cuddy can't do nothin' legal, switchy on the CPL
Chopper, it go, "Pfft," we left his body with a stinky smell
He gon' pay whatever for the work, shit, this an easy sale
Guess he a rookie
[Certified Trapper:]
"Fah," that's how the Glock pop
This bitch'll flip a nigga whip like a chop shop
Twenty bitches in this house, this like a hotspot
Put the boy in the oven like a pot pie
Lil' bitch, you ain't bougie, you eat Popeyes
[BabyTron:]
Kick your door off the hinges, ain't no knock-knock
Yerky got my soda fizzin' like some Pop Rocks
Tell your daddy go inside, I be done popped pops
Let's see how fast I can shoot a hundred, grab the stopwatch
Brrt, then I swap Glocks
[Certified Trapper:]
I ain't Lil Baby, but it's four pockets full
Cashin' out, she thought I filled it up with rocket fuel
Whole thirty in the clip, buh, whole forty on my hip, I ain't gon' box with you
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah
Bitch, ayy (What's cooking, Jack?)
Huh, hey
I'm a psychopath
Lil' bitch pussy so crazy, she got psycho cat
MegaTron, I'm slidin' with the Drac', I'm in my micro bag
.223'll do the TKO, ain't finna fight your ass
[Certified Trapper:]
This bitch'll make you do the fuckin' worm
Ten G's, nigga, that's your stash, thirty G's on my snatch outs, I said, "Fuck the perm"
Chase your ass down with this bitch, that'll make you swerve
[BabyTron:]
Douple cup so motherfuckin' dirty, think I taste some germs
Lil' bitch so motherfuckin' dumb, don't use her brain to learn
She an eater
Thumbin' through a hundred blues, it's double on my pinky finger
[Certified Trapper:]
Bitch asked me why my pockets like a BBL
The way you ridin' niggas' dick, you need a CDL
Shoot a hundred rounds out the Glocky, you can see the shells
[BabyTron:]
Cuddy can't do nothin' legal, switchy on the CPL
Chopper, it go, "Pfft," we left his body with a stinky smell
He gon' pay whatever for the work, shit, this an easy sale
Guess he a rookie
[Certified Trapper:]
"Fah," that's how the Glock pop
This bitch'll flip a nigga whip like a chop shop
Twenty bitches in this house, this like a hotspot
Put the boy in the oven like a pot pie
Lil' bitch, you ain't bougie, you eat Popeyes
[BabyTron:]
Kick your door off the hinges, ain't no knock-knock
Yerky got my soda fizzin' like some Pop Rocks
Tell your daddy go inside, I be done popped pops
Let's see how fast I can shoot a hundred, grab the stopwatch
Brrt, then I swap Glocks
[Certified Trapper:]
I ain't Lil Baby, but it's four pockets full
Cashin' out, she thought I filled it up with rocket fuel
Whole thirty in the clip, buh, whole forty on my hip, I ain't gon' box with you
