Psycho Thuggin’

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Shallow Pockets] You want a verse, motherfucker, I want shit for free In other words, nah, you ain't get shit from me Fuck what you heard, my squad make history You suckers is balls, I put you out your misery Touchin' a nerve, causin' unsolved mysteries The world rolls, spinnin' the sun like rotisserie The air will burst out your lungs, you die miserably I viciously efficiently open you scientifically Releasing your division with flows that spit differently And business is business, these hoes have been missin' me Slip in the clip and reload and fire instantly Sippin' thе whiskey and coke, and why wouldn't we Stickin' thе rich and the poor, we gonna eat Flippin' the bricks and the Os, you're gonna bleed Pushin' the bridge of your nose, you're gonna breathe Children that live in the cold, they doin' dirty deeds [Chorus: Shallow Pockets] We come through psycho thuggin', bad deeds We crush crews, keep it dumping like trash heaps This the reel goons that stay hustlin' a Plan B For all my psychos livin' for nothin', they're bad seeds [Verse 2: J Nyce] I serve a hot dose, burn the hair out your nose Y'all squares like crosswords, I spit heroin flows Keepin' it movin' like clockwork, y'all can barely float Your crew is just awkward, I tear out your throat At school I put kids in the locker and sold their parents dope But soon I was sent to the doctor because they couldn't cope They sayin' they son was a monster, they want me comatose I cannot be held responsible, The Lord only knows Prayin' like Pentecostals to The Holy Ghost Betrayin' trust to the ninefold, this is the overload Stab you or punch you, I got you, break all of your bones Sad that you punks have forgot who is the cornerstone You're bitin' like Nosferatu, ayy yo, what up, it's on They like you less than I do, this is Desert Storm You ain't got no fight in you, dead by dawn And caught up in a sniper's view (Blaaow!), your head is gone