Psychic - Shakewell

My bitch a psychic, she know when I’m at the door

My money pilin', I keep me a .44

The gang be slidin', we got foreigns on the road

Lil' shawty cryin', you ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone

My bitch a psychic (She psychic), she know when I’m at the door

My money pilin' (It pilin'), I keep me a .44

The gang be slidin' (We slidin'), we got foreigns on the road

Lil' shawty cryin' (She cryin'), you ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone

My shooters silent, don’t say no name, they know the code

That hoe be triflin', why do I love her?

I don’t know

My haters smilin', that fuck shit miss me, then I’m gone

I’m on an island, Tropicana syrup, skrrt, skrrt, then I’m flyin'

Told you not to try it 'cause I done took two pu-puffs so I’m slidin'

Truth is I’d be lyin' to tell you you’re the only one

I can’t feel no type of way, these opiates, they keep me numb

And bitch I left L.A. now, did it by my lonely

Homies, they was switchin' up, thought they could control me

They talkin' percentages, I thought we was homies

I gave them that 101, like Britney’s sister Zoey

My bitch a psychic, she know when I’m at the door

My money pilin', I keep me a .44

The gang be slidin', we got foreigns on the road

Lil' shawty cryin', you ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone

You ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone

You ain’t gon' miss me when I’m gone