She'll make you curse, but she a blessin' She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it No, no You'll play alo-o-ong, let her lead you o-o-on You'll be sayin', "No, no" Then sayin', "Yes, yes, yes," 'cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho, so left, but she's right though At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" "Grab a cop gun" kinda crazy, she's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away" 'Cause she's sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind "Grab a cop gun" kinda crazy, she's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away" 'Cause she's sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" See, someone said, "Don't drink her potions She'll kiss your neck with no emotion When she's mean, you know you love it 'Cause she tastes so sweet, don't sugarcoat it" No, no You'll play alo-o-ong, let her lead you o-o-on You'll be sayin', "No (no, no, no), no (no)" Then sayin', "Yes, yes, yes," 'cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho, so left, but she's right though At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" "Grab a cop gun" kinda crazy, she's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away" 'Cause she's sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind "Grab a cop gun" kinda crazy, she's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away" 'Cause she's sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho At night, she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes