Lil Yachty - Psych Out lyrics

(I'm working on dying)

Dom Corleone in this muhfucker
Young Al Capone in this muhfucker
(Brrt) , yeah
Young OJ Simp' in this muhfucker
Shoot like Shawn Kemp in this muhfucker
(Brrt)
We, we brought them blicks in this muhfucker
We brought them sticks in this muhfucker
We give no shit's 'bout a muhfucker
Pull up big body like tow trucker (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah (Hoo) , yeah (Huh) , yeah (Brrt)
Yeah, yeah (Uh) , yeah, wait (Go) yeah, yeah
(Slatt) , yeah (Mhm, brrt, mhm, brrt, bop
Mhm) watch your tone, I'm not your
Man, leave your phone, bring your friend
(Slatt)
Break your back, I ain't holdin' hands
Double back to the Motel Inn
He a pussy, know fact (Yes)
His brother snitch, his daddy bitch
(Fuck 'em)
His momma ugly, his sister burnt, outside
Niggas know we turnt got Wock' pints
(yeah) , got green pints, got
Red pints (Go) , got Hi-Points (Go)
Nigga, fuck the oinks (Fuck 'em)
Free my nigga out the fed joints (Brrt)
Free my niggas out the prison gates
(Twin) , twenty-three
Up twenty-eight (Slatt)
Face fuck her, I don't ever date
(No) , look good so I feel great
Call up my brother up, bet he make it shake
(Oh)
Yeah, yeah (Hoo) , yeah (Huh) , yeah (Brrt)
Yeah, yeah (Uh) , yeah, wait (Go) yeah, yeah
(Slatt) , yeah (Mhm, brrt, mhm, brrt, bop
Mhm)