Psycho Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Psycho lyrics by Ken Carson along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore Inferno and Thx, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Chorus]
I’m a psycho, rock the show, fu*k the b!tch all night, though
Wrap a b!tch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon’ shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a n!gga like me, ho
Shawty used to fu*king with lames
I’m used to counting up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she riding
Don’t want no new b!tches, they be conniving
I jump right on the beat and start sliding

I jump right in your b!tch, I’m diving
I’m tryna reach a new level, I’m striving

[Verse]
I’m tryna fly a bad b!tch to the island, we in Punta Cana
Shawty just got a new tan, look like she fresh out the sauna
Oh, you bad as hell, you got your looks from your mama
I’m on ten about my b!tch, I’m with all the drama
B!tch, I fully function off these drügs, I’m a legend
Now I’m at the top, I’m looking down at all of these peasants
I was whipping the Lamborghini, stopped at the light, they tell me to rev it
I’m a real vampire, can’t catch me out ‘fore eleven
Gambling with my life, I’m tryna hit me a seven
Her mind dollar signs, she tryna cop some new titties
I can’t go, when it come to these hoes, I’m a pro with these b!tches
I ain’t stressing ’bout that pu*sy, I don’t even want the head
I just be focused on me, yeah, gotta stay focused on me
I just be rocking these shows from coast to coast, five hundred a week
I ran that s*it up, but I ain’t never been to a track meet
Lately it feel like money the only thing that attract me
I mean money the only thing I’m attracted to
I’m a stand up guy, I don’t need no gang to do what I do
I put them pounds on a plane and flew right straight to Europe
If a rap n!gga keep talking s*it, we gon’ put his b!tch ass on a mural
But that’s how it get for sure, I’m holding my stick for sure

Stay off of these drügs, I’m loaded
These n!ggas can’t kick, I’m catching they hoes, yeah, yeah, I’m the goalie
I’m a real psycho, Pat Bateman ain’t got nothing on me
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m a psycho, rock the show, fu*k the b!tch all night, though
Wrap a b!tch-ass up like a gyro
You get hit with the CO2 pyro
We gon’ shoot the smoke out of these flames
Bet you never had a n!gga like me, ho
Shawty used to fu*king with lames
I’m used to counting up checks on private jets
You know my phone on silent
Pet, yeah, shawty my dog, she riding
Don’t want no new b!tches, they be conniving
I jump right on the beat and start sliding
I jump right in your b!tch, I’m diving
I’m tryna reach a new level, I’m striving