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Psych'n Out
5,335
Hip-Hop/Rap
Psych'n Out은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2024년 7월 3일일에 Hitmaker Music Group에서 발매되었습니다.Psych'n Out - Single
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발매일2024년 7월 3일
라벨Hitmaker Music Group
언어English
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
Jdot Breezy
Jdot Breezy
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Mary M. Adair
Mary M. Adair
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Jdot Breezy
Jdot Breezy
믹싱 엔지니어, 마스터링 엔지니어, 프로듀서

가사

Ayy
Don't pull up fuckin' actin', bitch
This shit real life
They say I'm fuckin' trippin', don't diss my ****
Stupid boy
Ayy, bitch (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap), hm
On his head, a ticket (Ticket)
Now that **** priceless (Priceless)
**** wanna try diss? Bitch, you know we strike shit (Strike shit)
I just put that water on, bitch, my fingers icy (They icy)
Bro could turn that cutter on and leave a **** lifeless (Lifeless)
Bodies on me, bitch (Bitch), blood around me, and it's hole in four (Hole in four)
'Member we was money hungry, Jay said, "Let's go kick a door" (Kick a door)
Spin a block just like a ferris wheel, 'round and 'round we go (We go)
Play with me, replenish him, we check his temperature, that boy a ho (Bitch)
I just watched my brother eat five Percs, what this **** on? (Huh)
Now these **** (Huh), they wanna buy a verse (Huh), they washed up and they old
Latex gloves on top of the table, I don't work in the stove, I'm workin' the pole (Work the pole)
Told that boy that we gon' clean his snot, wipe his fuckin' nose (Wipe his nose)
Super trim, I pull actin' stupid, bitch, I'm actin' ruthless (Huh)
Step on them, they talkin' 'bout war with me? On God, these **** losin' (They ass is losin')
I ain't whack nothin', I been at home with all my kids, we watchin' Bluey (We watchin' Bluey)
Pockets fat as fuck, I got them bands, bitch, lil' Jdot trollin' (Stupid)
Rapper this and rapper that, I'll up that pole, ****, bet I do it (****, bet I do it)
Camera off or camera on, I don't give no fucks, I'm still gon' blow it (I'm still gon' blow it)
Micro Drac' look like a saxophone, I come through makin' noise (Makin' noise)
Pull up heatin' shit, I snap a pic with Glock like Polaroid (Boy)
Ball on a bitch, I'll dog a bitch, don't mention 6, I don't fuck with them (Stupid)
We the type that like to run down, I wanna see blood on top of my Timbs (On my Timbs)
R.I.P. Ralo, that's my thug, ****, that's my blood, this shit for him (RW)
They woke a fuckin' monster, walk up on shit, put a K to his lip (Buh, buh)
Bro like, "Dot, when you gon' chill? Get the fuck up out the beef" (Out the beef)
This the murder shit I sponsor, bitch, we'll slide down Moncrief
Wet shit up, it's fuck that boy, we put his bitch ass on a tee (Bitch)
I'm at home, I'm paranoid, I got like three sticks when I'm sleep (I got like three)
Fuck it, murder for all since they won't come for me (Won't come for me)
If Heaven had a phone, I'd call Ralo like, "Bro, here go company" (What?)
Drop that bag, they stomp for me
I'm bangin' the Drac', it's shakin' the seats (Shakin' the seats)
A **** dissed me and now he missin', we kill his ass for playin' with me (Stupid boy)
It's plenty killings on this belt of mine, I know you heard of me (Know you heard of me)
We pop up at your front door, broad day, it's early, B (It's early, B)
Hm, call Emergency (Emergency)
911, it's a murder scene (It's a murder scene)
Said that he gon' murder me, now his white tee is burgundy (Hahaha)
Plenty chicken get you missin', I got blues and I got green (Green)
Can't fit this on that ****, I make these hoes go for me (They go for me)
Skrrt off, take a **** bitch, send that ho overseas (Overseas)
Got that ho bent over on a balcony, in her ovaries (In her ovaries)
Fuck these ****, bitch, I been on a murder spree (A murder spree)
Bitch, I'm G.I. Breezy, I'm Murder Man, I get shit murked for free (Murked for free)
But I'll drop that bag if that shit 'bout lil' Leeke (****)
I'll act a fool on Ralo, bitch, you better not diss my B (I mean, fuck, ****)
Written by: Mary M. Adair
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