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Al Chapo - Psychic Lyrics

[Intro]
(Fuck is you talkin' bout)
Gang, gang
Grrr, BabyLife, Brrr
(Chapo)

[Chorus] BabySolid
Gang, gang
When I'm with Velly, we don't do no lacking, we pull up on ops and we start getting active
All of these Glockies and 30s, they came with attatchments
Try to run up and get put in a casket
BabyLife thuggin', we still on the block causin' havoc
They say my name, when it start gettin' tragic
Fan that boy down, don't get caught up in traffic
Takin' his pole, man, these niggas ain't savage
Spend a thousand on clothes all my niggas live lavish
Run down with the stick, make a fuck nigga vanish
Don't play with the mob all my niggas do damage
Young nigga go do a hit, know I'm tryna' get another bandit
I'm with some killers that get niggas gone for a muhfuckin' sandwich
Fuck nigga came in this bih’ with no stick and wе made his ass panic

[Verse] Glokk40Spaz
Huh, fall asleep off Wokhardt
Fakе ahh throwed, he not hard
Sprang the door like go-kart
Kill that boy, I got cold heart (Cold)
Flathead when I'm fuckin' strikin'(Flathead), huh, Off-White on my fuckin' Nike (Off-White)
So strapped up, you would think the bandgang dykin'
She a fan, she can't hang, and I know she like me
Backdoor that lil’ bitch ass nigga, I don't give a fuck, boy, I'm sheisty (Backdoor)
Talm' ‘bout the damn mob, I don't take that lightly
Yeah, she wanna do them mind games, but I'm a psychic
Man, this pistol hangin' out the Moncler jacket
If they would’ve put a lil’ more money on his damn head, I would've wacked him
We the ones knockin’ niggas off, don't put us in no bracket
[Chorus] BabySolid
When I'm with Velly, we don't do no lacking, we pull up on ops and we start getting active
All of these Glockies and 30s, they came with attatchments
Try to run up and get put in a casket
BabyLife thuggin', we still on the block causin' havoc
They say my name, when it start gettin' tragic
Fan that boy down, don't get caught up in traffic
Takin' his pole, man, these niggas ain't savage
Spend a thousand on clothes all my niggas live lavish
Run down with the stick, make a fuck nigga vanish
Don't play with the mob all my niggas do damage
Young nigga go do a hit, know I'm tryna' get another bandit
I'm with some killers that get niggas gone for a muhfuckin' sandwich
Fuck nigga came in this bih’ with no stick and we made his ass panic