Dylan Ross - PsychTest lyrics

[Trippy Tha Kid] Uh Ya, Ya I'm Off two acid tabs rapping fast and an ambulance behind trying to pa** us I pa** blunts in both directions f**ed yo ho with no protection Dope suggestion Turn off the pop from 1 to No direction A correction Trippy Tha Kid is the dopest white boy in his section Not many opponents versin' Talk some sh** but it's never in person On Twitter lurkin' I stay workin' b**h so dumb can't read but she t**n So I'm steady lookin at her bu*tcheeks jerkin Off blast off feel free like a cast off Act hard but you half p**y like a CatDog thats all fake p**y's gotta take the mask off Blast off Acid tablet addict in the addict smoking chronic in the basement Blunts I'm facing Shots still chasin Hearts are racin' I tell the truth I'm not a racist Random fact it's just a statement That'll make it Don't be hatin You ain't phasing, time you wastin I rap I zag I stay hydrated Top bu*ton pusher we get elevated In the party with the homies and we hella faded Stackin paper till its lookin like the yellow pages I rap I zag I stay hydrated Top bu*ton pusher we get elevated In the party with the homies and we hella faded Stackin paper till its lookin like the yellow pages [Dylan Ross] Guess who, Guess who Yes I'm back again Young Scottish Mack zagging just like pimpin can I step out of the shower then I get my deadly friend Off the damn wham and I'm bout to k** again Suited up like a squadrant and we militant This sh** goes hella deeper than the internet House Of Drip, House Of Drip Yeah I rep my set Handzum boy with the text that'll leave your family wet Peeling out like a kira vera wang on oz All I ever do is drip and I will never stop 1-2-3 my 4-5 pop and make you busters drop Coming down Swangin Slangin devil sh** like rocks Grew up in the woods Learned how to cut the [?] Keep the millimeter co*ked Gotta make a stang and let it hang Like a strang Up her brain Out the side Up a b**h not If you want what I get Get the number one spot Get it big, Get a lot I'm bout to brew a whole pot and when im when im waking but you shaking Where you stand, feel the drop [Trippy Tha Kid] I feel depressed [?] The footballs or less you tryna win the heisman Magical tears poring down I'm crying LSD in the sky, I'm flying With Lucy and diamonds im grinding The ganja a grinder You search and I find her Lucy is my bae and the shrooms are behind her God sent it down to us Just as a reminder Feeling blessed the best is yet to rest Awake for days Then no need to check my mind into a mental residence Inside my head the pen is writing down the End of time This joke is not pretend You Laughing now but wait until we live f**ing around with the moon and the sky and your doomed cause the guys in the sky don't got the time or the room For your bullsh** act Fake costume Live by the gun and you die by it too I'm rolling with the gods I be high flying soon My minds in the basement but my bodys on the roof