LYRICS: Trippie Redd & Future – PSYCHO

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[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Goin’ dumb, goin’ crazy (Loesoe goin’ crazy)

Goin’ dumb, goin’ crazy

Goin’ dumb, yeah, goin’ crazy

Goin’ dumb (Goin’ dumb), out my mind (Out my mind)

Chasin’ dollar signs (Dollar signs), sippin’ red wine (Red wine)

We all losin’ time (Losin’ time), bae, don’t lose your mind (Lose your mind)

Bae, I’m bougie, ha (Bougie, ha), clips like movies, ha (Movies, ha)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

Yeah, don’t rock Gucci, huh, catch me draped in Louis, huh

Posted with that toolie, huh, boy, don’t make me do it, huh

Playin’ games, you stupid, huh, I don’t love, fuck cupid, huh

Aimin’ like Cam Newton, huh, yeah

They think that we ruthless, huh, and I know they love that

Posted where the thugs at, Maybach key, no rugrat

Cops kick the door, they like “Where the drugs at?”

Drop and hit the floor, down where the rug at

Posted with the bros, made it out the store

Livin’ by the code, I can’t break down, I cannot erode

This the takedown, we go toe-to-toe

I’m not fake, wow, we go blow for blow

Is the bass loud? Come and let me know

[Verse 2: Future]

Goin’ dumb, goin’ crazy

Sip some, kill some

Redrum, Vietnam, send a bomb, go dumb

Out my body, out my, out my mind

You gon’ be mad when you see a nigga shine

Go 730, go 730, nigga, go slide

Put him in a hearse, put him in the dirt, shit gettin’ televised

I just counted up a few Ms on a Addy

I just spent a couple of these racks, she a baddie

I just a heard a snitch got whacked, now I’m happy

Sippin’ on dope, nigga, no Perc’ thousand-gram key

That’s fo sho’, that’s for sure, killer O.D

I got stripes Bobby Johnson, OG

Take a thirty-five Christ’ fit and I go ski

Hundred racks on a nigga head, nose gettin’ wiped

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]

Known to kill shit, drill shit, all of the above

F&N hard to deal with, better give it up

Not from earth, on some real shit, eat my stardust

Get off the turf, you ain’t ill, bitch, they ain’t hard as us

Who is you? Ain’t got nobody harder not as us

Niggas fool, but I’m Chrome-Hearted, never gave a fuck

We like glue, can’t be watered down ’cause you know we stuck

Die new ’cause you see me now, man, you know it’s up

[Verse 4: Future]

Chicken skin, caucasian, find a trap, go brazy

King Pluto the greatest, ice like Radric Davis

Iced out in gold, go crazy, go retarded

If I wasn’t a rapper, I’d be a rich, nigga, regardless

Fuck a high price, bitches livin’ my life

Higher than a ceilin’ these G6’s bitin’

Hoes play with them pills, these hoes want that white, uh

Playin’ in the field where niggas risk they life

Hundred racks on a nigga head, nose gettin’ wiped

LYRICS: Trippie Redd & Future – PSYCHO

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