Psychic

My bitch a psychic, she know when I’m at the door
My money pilin', I keep me a .44
The gang be slidin', we got foreigns on the road
Lil' shawty cryin', you ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone
My bitch a psychic (She psychic), she know when I’m at the door
My money pilin' (It pilin'), I keep me a .44
The gang be slidin' (We slidin'), we got foreigns on the road
Lil' shawty cryin' (She cryin'), you ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone
My shooters silent, don’t say no name, they know the code
That hoe be triflin', why do I love her? I don’t know
My haters smilin', that fuck shit miss me, then I’m gone
I’m on an island, Tropicana syrup, skrrt, skrrt, then I’m flyin'
Told you not to try it 'cause I done took two pu-puffs so I’m slidin'
Truth is I’d be lyin' to tell you you’re the only one
I can’t feel no type of way, these opiates, they keep me numb
And bitch I left L.A. now, did it by my lonely
Homies, they was switchin' up, thought they could control me
They talkin' percentages, I thought we was homies
I gave them that 101, like Britney’s sister Zoey
My bitch a psychic, she know when I’m at the door
My money pilin', I keep me a .44
The gang be slidin', we got foreigns on the road
Lil' shawty cryin', you ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone
You ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone
You ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone