Psycho Lyrics - Post Malone

[Chorus: Post Malone] 

Yeah, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael 

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you 

My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload 

Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos 

My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael 

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you 

My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload 

Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though 

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[Verse 1: Post Malone] 

You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ay 

Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ay 

Try to stuff it all in, but it don't even fit, ay 

Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ay 

I made my first million, I'm like, "Shit, this is it," ay 

Thirty for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy 

Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip 

Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent' 

And I'm like "woah" 

Man, my neck so goddamn cold 

Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore 

I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh 

My money thick, won't ever fold 

She said, "Can I have some to hold?" 

And I can never tell you no 

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[Chorus: Post Malone] 

Yeah, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael 

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you 

My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload 

Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos 

My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael 

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you 

My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload 

Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though 

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign] 

The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy 

We're hittin' lil' mamas, she wanna have my babies 

Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky 

You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch 

Dolla ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top 

Boolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top 

Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (ay) 

Uh, take you to the smoke shop 

We gon' get high, ayy, we gon' hit Rodeo 

Dolla Valentino, we gon' hit Pico 

Take you where I'm from, take you to the slums 

This ain't happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright 

Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though 

All VVS's, put you in a necklace 

Girl, you look beautiful tonight 

Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry 

[Chorus: Post Malone] 

Yeah, my AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael 

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you 

My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload 

Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos 

My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael 

Can't really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you 

My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload 

Don't act like you my friend when I'm rollin' through my ends, though