Ballout - Psycho lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Young Malcolm) [Chorus] All this green, b*tch I'm goin' Geico (I got it on me) 100 thousands on me with the choppa 'sycho (huh) 707 horses, b*tch you know my typo (vroom) Hellcat but it sound like a rhino (skrt) 100 mill large if you talkin' 'bout my gold We gon' blow the whole pound, it ain't nothin' but some smoke (some dope) 5 thousands the jar if you talkin' 'bout the gross (the gross) I pull up in a double R on they block and it was ghost [Verse] I done take that sh*t back, I'ma bring back a Jeepo (the Jeepo) 'Cause I got too many racks in my pockets, they want hoes (they want hoes) I heard about my partner, they mention, he toast (huh) I'm the last of a damn breed, I will never fold (no) 200 carats in the Cuban Bust-down rolled (gold) Double doors on the mansion with the marblе on the floor (huh) In Cali, b*tch you know I got connect phones (I got connеct phones) I just left Barney's some sh*t that I ain't wore (I ain't even wore) I just caught a opp lackin', ni**a what's the score? (huh) I got crops and they gettin' ready to grow (trees) This ni**a jewelry blurry, ni**a my sh*t on ice cold (blurry) And foenem got the choppa, you can see 'cause it's micro (gratata) [Chorus] All this green, b*tch I'm goin' Geico (I got it on me) 100 thousands on me with the choppa 'sycho (huh) 707 horses, b*tch you know my typo (vroom) Hellcat but it sound like a rhino (skrt) 100 mill large if you talkin' 'bout my gold We gon' blow the whole pound, it ain't nothin' but some smoke (some dope) 5 thousands the jar if you talkin' 'bout the gross (the gross) I pull up in a double R on they block and it was ghost