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Psycho Lyrics
by Post Malone
Lyricist: Post Malone, Louis Bell, Ross Golan
28 views • Published on Sep 25, 2026
Psycho Lyrics
Yeah, 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 end zone
You stuck in the friend zone
I tell her 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
Thirty-four walk through, man we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benz, where we get seen in a rent
And I'm like whoa
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds wear my t-shirt solo
I got homies, let it ball, oh, oh
My money, they won't ever fall
She said "Can I have some?" No, ho
And I can never tell you no
Yeah, 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 end zone
The AP goin' psycho, my Rollie goin' brazy
We're hittin' lil mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippie on the pankie, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo' bitch
Now we ridin' in an old school Chevy, it's a drop top
Coolin' with a thot-thot, she gon' give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the eyes drop (ayy)
Take you to the smoke shop
We gon' get high, we gon' hit Rodeo
Y'all a Valentino, we gon' hit Pico
Take you where I'm from, take you to the stones
They said I been overnight, now these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still don't let my fans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the boulevard
Matching with the jewelry
Yeah, 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 end zone
Meaning of Psycho
“Psycho” by Post Malone is a decadent and unsettling exploration of excess, paranoia, and the corrosive effects of immense wealth. The core narrative revolves around a protagonist drowning in luxury – extravagant jewelry, a perpetually empty rooftop signifying wasted space, and an “AP” (presumably a Rolex) that’s become increasingly erratic, mirroring his own behavior. The repeated phrase "my AP goin' psycho" isn’t just about a watch; it represents the escalating instability fueled by his opulent lifestyle and the distrust he cultivates amongst those seeking to share in his fortune. He meticulously lists extravagant purchases – “Tony Romo for clowns,” “hunnid bands inside my shorts” – highlighting a detachment from reality and an almost manic pursuit of validation through material possessions.
The lyrics are saturated with aggressive boasts, casual threats (“take you to the smoke shop,” “I can make the eyes drop”), and unsettling fantasies about relationships ("we're hittin’ lil mamas, she wanna have my babies"). This isn’t a romantic ballad; it’s a portrait of someone increasingly isolated and unstable, using wealth as a shield against genuine connection. The references to drugs (“sippie on the pankie”) and chaotic imagery – “thirty-four walk through, man we had every slit” - paint a picture of a mind unraveling under the pressure of his own success. Post Malone’s signature blend of melodic vulnerability and raw aggression is amplified here, creating an unsettling juxtaposition between the surface appeal of his music and the dark undercurrent of anxiety and potential danger lurking beneath. Ultimately, “Psycho” suggests that chasing wealth can lead not to happiness, but to a fractured psyche and a life defined by distrust and self-destructive behavior.
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