[Flame] 🔥 Post Malone - Psycho Lyrics
[Chorus: Post Malone]
 Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
 Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
 My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
 Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
 My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
 Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
 My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
 Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
 You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
 Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
 Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
 Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
 I made my first million, I’m like, “Shit, this is it,” ayy
 30 for a walkthrough, man, we had that bitch lit, ayy
 Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
 Out the window of the Benzo, we get seen in the rent’
 And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
 Diamonds wet, my t-shirt soaked
 I got homies, let it go, oh
 My money thick, won’t ever fold
 She said, “Can I have some to hold?”
 And I can’t ever tell you no
[Chorus: Post Malone]
 Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
 Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
 My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
 Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
 My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
 Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
 My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
 Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
 The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
 I’m hittin’ lil’ mama, she wanna have my babies
 It’s fifty on the pinky, chain so stanky
 You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
 Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
 Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
 Just one switch, I can make the ass drop (Hey)
 Ayy, take you to the smoke shop
 We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
 Dial up Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
 Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
 This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
 Saint Laurent jeans, still in my Vans though
 All VVS’, put you in a necklace
 Girl, you look beautiful tonight
 Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry
[Chorus: Post Malone]
 Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
 Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
 My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
 Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
 My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
 Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
 My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
 Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
 
		