Psyched out
Tell that bitch bite down
Where my city folk
Boy put that mic down
She got low for the fact that my dick just hanging out
You can't sort this out
Bitch it's going down
Imma MF boss
Get yo ass knocked out
First minute
First round
Burst in it like wow
When I'm texting with your wifey she like "can I get it now"
No second thoughts when wrecking thots
They recognize the sauce
Made her drip drip drip
Right on Sikk Sikk Sikk
Gotta kick kick kick
When I flip flip flip
Ain't no MFs running the sustenance
Y'all be on some funny shit and I ain't talking substances
She gon fondle on my monologue your mamas on knees
In the stall up at the mall I got my balls upon her teeth
You can call up all your army still won't harness half the steez
Epiglottis getting blotted with the condiments I skeet
I'm not foreign to your moral-less endorsements
I'm more than this
I focus clean my corner when I order up some
Dreams
Got a morsel of concordances important and so free
It's not the irony inspiring me
It's honestly the beats
Psyched out
Tell that bitch bite down
Where my city folk
Boy put that mic down
She got low for the fact that my dick just hanging out
You can't sort this out
Bitch it's going down
Imma MF boss
Get yo ass knocked out
First minute
First round
Burst in it like wow
When I'm texting with your wifey she like "can I get it now"
No second thoughts when wrecking thots
They recognize the sauce
Made her drip drip drip
Right on Sikk Sikk Sikk
Gotta kick kick kick
When I flip flip flip
Ain't no MFs running the sustenance
Y'all be on some funny shit and I ain't talking substances
Whole game full of lames
Can't even maintain
I purported what my fortune was
My portion was made plain
It's unfortunate you can't f*ck with me
I high up in the air plane
Couldn't force it with enforcements
And now your left so drained
I don't need no rhyming dictionary when I write my raps
I go right off top and you know who the f*ck it is
I snap
Off every time that I killed a beat I made
I mixed it up
I know my craft
I mastered that
You MF's sound so wack
Muze Sikk - Psyched Out Lyrics
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Psyched out
Tell that bitch bite down
Where my city folk
Boy put that mic down
She got low for the fact that my dick just hanging out
You can't sort this out
Bitch it's going down
Imma MF boss
Get yo ass knocked out
First minute
First round
Burst in it like wow
When I'm texting with your wifey she like "can I get it now"
No second thoughts when wrecking thots
They recognize the sauce
Made her drip drip drip
Right on Sikk Sikk Sikk
Gotta kick kick kick
When I flip flip flip
Ain't no MFs running the sustenance
Y'all be on some funny shit and I ain't talking substances
She gon fondle on my monologue your mamas on knees
In the stall up at the mall I got my balls upon her teeth
You can call up all your army still won't harness half the steez
Epiglottis getting blotted with the condiments I skeet
I'm not foreign to your moral-less endorsements
I'm more than this
I focus clean my corner when I order up some
Dreams
Got a morsel of concordances important and so free
It's not the irony inspiring me
It's honestly the beats
Psyched out
Tell that bitch bite down
Where my city folk
Boy put that mic down
She got low for the fact that my dick just hanging out
You can't sort this out
Bitch it's going down
Imma MF boss
Get yo ass knocked out
First minute
First round
Burst in it like wow
When I'm texting with your wifey she like "can I get it now"
No second thoughts when wrecking thots
They recognize the sauce
Made her drip drip drip
Right on Sikk Sikk Sikk
Gotta kick kick kick
When I flip flip flip
Ain't no MFs running the sustenance
Y'all be on some funny shit and I ain't talking substances
Whole game full of lames
Can't even maintain
I purported what my fortune was
My portion was made plain
It's unfortunate you can't f*ck with me
I high up in the air plane
Couldn't force it with enforcements
And now your left so drained
I don't need no rhyming dictionary when I write my raps
I go right off top and you know who the f*ck it is
I snap
Off every time that I killed a beat I made
I mixed it up
I know my craft
I mastered that
You MF's sound so wack
Tell that bitch bite down
Where my city folk
Boy put that mic down
She got low for the fact that my dick just hanging out
You can't sort this out
Bitch it's going down
Imma MF boss
Get yo ass knocked out
First minute
First round
Burst in it like wow
When I'm texting with your wifey she like "can I get it now"
No second thoughts when wrecking thots
They recognize the sauce
Made her drip drip drip
Right on Sikk Sikk Sikk
Gotta kick kick kick
When I flip flip flip
Ain't no MFs running the sustenance
Y'all be on some funny shit and I ain't talking substances
She gon fondle on my monologue your mamas on knees
In the stall up at the mall I got my balls upon her teeth
You can call up all your army still won't harness half the steez
Epiglottis getting blotted with the condiments I skeet
I'm not foreign to your moral-less endorsements
I'm more than this
I focus clean my corner when I order up some
Dreams
Got a morsel of concordances important and so free
It's not the irony inspiring me
It's honestly the beats
Psyched out
Tell that bitch bite down
Where my city folk
Boy put that mic down
She got low for the fact that my dick just hanging out
You can't sort this out
Bitch it's going down
Imma MF boss
Get yo ass knocked out
First minute
First round
Burst in it like wow
When I'm texting with your wifey she like "can I get it now"
No second thoughts when wrecking thots
They recognize the sauce
Made her drip drip drip
Right on Sikk Sikk Sikk
Gotta kick kick kick
When I flip flip flip
Ain't no MFs running the sustenance
Y'all be on some funny shit and I ain't talking substances
Whole game full of lames
Can't even maintain
I purported what my fortune was
My portion was made plain
It's unfortunate you can't f*ck with me
I high up in the air plane
Couldn't force it with enforcements
And now your left so drained
I don't need no rhyming dictionary when I write my raps
I go right off top and you know who the f*ck it is
I snap
Off every time that I killed a beat I made
I mixed it up
I know my craft
I mastered that
You MF's sound so wack
Writer: Jonathan Paulson
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