RC Burkk & Lil Ronny - Psycho Twins

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, uh, aye, uh
Psycho twins, going AWOL
Moving hands around in a circle like Dr. Strange
Psycho twins, shits going hard, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Psycho twins, yeah, psycho twins, shits going hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, going psycho bro
Psycho twins, yeah, going AWOL
Moving hands around in a circle like Dr. Strange
Psycho twins, shit's going hard, knew you didn't like those
Shut the fuck up though, bitch, I'm flowing like I'm floating
On the water, baby, yeah
In the middle of the ocean, swimming, said swimming, yeah
Eating chocolate shroom bars, thinking bout it, huh
Never done it, but I wanna
Psychedelics got me going psycho, yeah, I do not got no strap
I don't fuck with those blasty thingies, going bop, bop, bop
Dead immediately, shit is not okay
My people, we're all human, there's no need for grudge or greed
We are all connected when you act like you the type to
Shoot up, motherfuckers, you are really taking out your brothers, yeah
PSYCHO, going psycho, losing my mind
I know, I know that you fucked up, now I'm finna fuck your chick
You know I eat her better than you, yeah
Buffalo chicken on the garlic bread, that's how I like my Goodcents
Feeling like Trippie Redd, I missed the rage
So I went on and I made my own, hope you fuck with it
But like I said, I'm going psycho
With my brother, who is one crazy motherfucker
Lil Ronny, fuck the beat up
I'ma sit back and kick my feet up
Watch the live action show from the home studio
Baby, hop on top of my dick every time I make a hit
So you suck this dick, yeah, you know you love that shit
Feeling like a badass, acid tripping in the studio
Cause I can literally feel and be the music
Psycho twins, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Psycho twins, yeah, going AWOL
Moving hands around in a circle like Dr. Strange
Psycho twins, yeah, yeah
Lil Ronny, going AWOL
Looking at your face, doll
Coming out with a baseball, doll
Murdering your presence, dawg
Fuck it out like I was just on Reddit, dawg
Finessing your whole credit, dawg
Cop a bag, like I made it, bruh
Throwing hands you faded, bruh
Bitches giving me that blue ball feeling, bruh
Flexing all these titties with a budah, bruh
Catastrophe, that's what it is, hoe
No cap, no flip, no fees
Because y'all niggas ain't fucking with me
Pull up on the street, now you people's fucking peeping
See you down the block, yeah, now we fucking seeking
Psycho twins, yeah, yeah, we fuck it up, we ganking
Fucking tweaking, smoking on some other type of shit
Yeah, yeah, you know we be fucking leaking
Psycho twins, yeah, going AWOL
Moving hands around in a circle like Dr. Strange
Psycho twins, yeah, yeah, finna make this shit all on my own
Every single time I hop on FL I start to flow
With ideas, recommend, recognition
Bitch, I wouldn't disappoint
Too busy with all of them labels, yeah, you missing out on me
Ha
Fuck
It's over

Written by:
Ronald Alexander, Ryan Burkhart

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