No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Gucci shades on so you cannot see my eyes
Riding high in a brand new SL55
She a psycho but I love the way she ride
She hit the dance floor man that is a pretty sight
I might flex a little but I don't want nothin back
Drank got me paranoid I'm ridin with the strap
Chrome lady on the grill like a Cadillac
Eyes low walk in twisted off a party pack
She want me all to herself shawty a psycho
Diamonds dance off the neck just like a light show
She hit me in the DM I'm in a dead zone (Hello?)
She quick to come off the neck nut on her neck bone
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Like it when she bust it like it when she bust it back
Expensive taste baby yea I know you like that
He a broke boy baby he cannot but you that
Ain't no pressure baby ain't no love on this side
When I pull up you know the doors suicide
Big blue hundreds and you know I like it super-sized
Expensive taste and you know my whip a homicide
And bitch you on section 8 I guess that's why you hate me now
Coupe got open heart surgery I know you niggas heard of me
Call up my dawgs and you know I sip that Easter pink
Pirelli tires I'm skatin mayne panoramic everything
Old money new swag baby I can't but no wedding ring
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Marcus Latrill & Beanz N Kornbread - Psycho (feat. Nard) Lyrics
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No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Gucci shades on so you cannot see my eyes
Riding high in a brand new SL55
She a psycho but I love the way she ride
She hit the dance floor man that is a pretty sight
I might flex a little but I don't want nothin back
Drank got me paranoid I'm ridin with the strap
Chrome lady on the grill like a Cadillac
Eyes low walk in twisted off a party pack
She want me all to herself shawty a psycho
Diamonds dance off the neck just like a light show
She hit me in the DM I'm in a dead zone (Hello?)
She quick to come off the neck nut on her neck bone
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Like it when she bust it like it when she bust it back
Expensive taste baby yea I know you like that
He a broke boy baby he cannot but you that
Ain't no pressure baby ain't no love on this side
When I pull up you know the doors suicide
Big blue hundreds and you know I like it super-sized
Expensive taste and you know my whip a homicide
And bitch you on section 8 I guess that's why you hate me now
Coupe got open heart surgery I know you niggas heard of me
Call up my dawgs and you know I sip that Easter pink
Pirelli tires I'm skatin mayne panoramic everything
Old money new swag baby I can't but no wedding ring
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Gucci shades on so you cannot see my eyes
Riding high in a brand new SL55
She a psycho but I love the way she ride
She hit the dance floor man that is a pretty sight
I might flex a little but I don't want nothin back
Drank got me paranoid I'm ridin with the strap
Chrome lady on the grill like a Cadillac
Eyes low walk in twisted off a party pack
She want me all to herself shawty a psycho
Diamonds dance off the neck just like a light show
She hit me in the DM I'm in a dead zone (Hello?)
She quick to come off the neck nut on her neck bone
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Like it when she bust it like it when she bust it back
Expensive taste baby yea I know you like that
He a broke boy baby he cannot but you that
Ain't no pressure baby ain't no love on this side
When I pull up you know the doors suicide
Big blue hundreds and you know I like it super-sized
Expensive taste and you know my whip a homicide
And bitch you on section 8 I guess that's why you hate me now
Coupe got open heart surgery I know you niggas heard of me
Call up my dawgs and you know I sip that Easter pink
Pirelli tires I'm skatin mayne panoramic everything
Old money new swag baby I can't but no wedding ring
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
No flex on the Rarri that's a homicide
Wet paint got me looking like a slip-n-slide
2 doors when I'm leanin' and I'm switchin lanes
In the kitchen I just whipped up some Lo Mein
She a psycho 1 night hoe
Stand in the Rarri tool on the dashboard
Chrome lady got me leanin like a mothaf*cka
Gucci clothes and I swear you can't see my eyes
Writer: Marcus Compian
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Marcus Latrill & Beanz N Kornbread
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Marcus Compian