"Psyched Out" lyrics

On my damn, what?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
Uh huh
Yeah

Ain't want let me in this shit I still did numbers though
They ain't want let me in this shit I still did numbers
On my damn, what?
They wouldn't let me out my jail cell when I was jammed up
Told me when I remixed hot shells I would get blammed up

Any nigga send a threat at me, they gon get patched up
I done got to the money, all my shooters hop out black trucks

Black trucks
Black trucks
Know them people comin', how them bodies done got stacked up (On 5)
When it get down to the money, niggaz do some whack stuff
Them niggas hated on me, blew me up, now I'm too racked up
3B work that stick like Turk Osama, 3B act up
Got sum for that bitch and for his momma if he act tough
Put that shit on
(Gang)
5

Put that shit on 5
This shit get too live
This shit in the sky
When it's time to gun sum down
3B ain't gon drive (skrrt)
You think this shit turning down?
This shit ain't gon die (no way)
Still got niggas selling pounds
Still got niggas slidin

You know what I'm saying
This shit
This shit could go down the drain
Any day
You know what I'm saying this shit ain't gon ever die
This shit ain't gon ever get over until everybody gone
On 5
Lil cam
Lil raw
5

Any nigga send a threat at me he gon get patched up
I done got to the money now my shooter hop out black trucks

Think this shit too lit without no blick his ass get matched up
3B totin that shit that's gon leave everybody wrapped up
Ion een wanna talk bout how my niggas double tap stuff
Ion een wanna talk bout how my niggas track and smack stuff
We might might shoot that niggas lights out he gon see black stuff
When a nigga act too psyched out that shit attract us

Any nigga send a threat at me he gon get patched up
I done got to the money now my shooter hop out black trucks
Think this shit too lit without no blick his ass get matched up
3B tote that shit that's gon leave everybody wrapped up