I ain't worried bout shit, I'm a demon, the worst shit I done seen it I make a mess, I'm a clean it, My diamonds steady gleamin'

The route I took was scenic, I said I hate ya, I mean it I walk in this bitch, I'm leanin', On big crip, I ain't bleedin

You said you love me, I believe it, but then again, I don't believe it, That pussy's trash, I'ma leave it, I'm nutting on all her cleavage

I'm the pastor, these **** deacons, they worried bout my thesis, I just be preachin', these hoes, they just be leachin

They kicked in the back door, they ain't finna take shit, this shit was a bando, Put the money in my hand, ho, that **** was hating but he was a fan though

I'm off of the banchos, said he was gon' try, but he was a damn hoe These **** be talkin' that shit, but I'm a dig this **** a damn hole

Ayy, you heard it around the street, you said these **** hating fucked up I lucked up, done got a sack and made these hoes upchuck

I ain't worried bout no pussy, ****, I worry bout money yeah, I ain't even laughin', but I swear to God, ain't nothin' funny, yeah

Peep this, that **** be watchin' all, so he gon' sneak diss, In real life shit, she got a ****, but she gon' sneak dick, but I ain't worried bout a bitch, I got your back like Geico I'm leanin' to you like Michael, I swear I'm goin' psycho

And I ain't hit you back because I'm booked up Said you ain't never seen a star, but stand in front of me and look up

And I ain't never been Master P, but I swear to God, I got the hook up Like a drink at the bar, I know these pussy **** shook up

Rolling like the Tires on a Pontiac, grand am, Grand Prix, These hoes know I can't stand for that, so you better sit down

These hoes know, they can't see me I can be the motion picture, I max the 3D

Gotta keep these squares up out ya circle **** like a CD

I'm on the south side, pussy woodley road and I'm ridin' And I'm outside, bitch, you know that I ain't hidin

Hop up in that blue motherfucker and I'm glidin' You know I'm glidin

Pull up on your bitch, she wanna slide in When I pull up on your ****, block him, you know he hiding

I swear to God, I got so much pain, but I hide it I'm followin' every rule I was given, I'm obliging

I said I was okay, but you know that I was lying, I said I'm goin' crazy, but you know that I ain't crying

Finna take off like a rocket, ****, I'm flying' I do the best that I could do, but I'm still trying

Ain't somethin' you could like ho, my bitch, I'm goin' psycho Yeah, I love pussy like a motherfuckin' dyke ho

I look into the crowd and grab my dick just like I'm Michael Jackson I grab the pistol, bitch, cause I'm bout action

I ain't got no fuckin filter, so it ain't no closed caption And I fit in the every environment, bitch, I love adaption

And I ain't no movie director, but I swear I'm hollerin in action, ****, aint never catch me lackin

I'm gettin' money, that's a fact, I swear to God, ****, to God, ****

I'm promise

I'm goin' psycho

I'm goin' psycho

I swear to God, I'm goin' psycho

I'm goin' psycho

I swear to God, I'm goin' psycho

I'm goin' psycho