Paranoia

Paranoid gotta keep a couple toys since ya boy got the cook up
Getting head back in the back of the Bentley when she done tell her look up
Late night trapping with a pipe and a pocket full of good pup
Lawyer like Saul he a dog beat the law I don't never get booked up
When I was down to my last ain't nobody have my back but big bruh
Caught a flight to Cali got some love from da grapes shout out big cuz
He put a 9 bullet straight through yo spine now you gotta get picked up
Got a couple niggas gone take yo shit no stick up

I ain't tryna play no games I been working I'm exhausted
What's the price on this life can't call it but you know a nigga bought it
2 triggers on the strap it's a shorty but a young nigga saw'd it
Candy man straight up out the trench coat he neva saw it

It's straight thru his denture it jawed him
She ate the dick and she mauled it
I'm on the way but I'm stalling
And she already know dat I'm balling
Flamingo monclair with the Kenzo all in my closet
If I spin on ya block and rewind better hope I don't pause it

Paranoid gotta keep a couple toys since ya boy got the cook up
Getting head back in the back of the Bentley when she done tell her look up
Late night trapping with a pipe and a pocket full of good pup
lawyer like Saul he a dog beat the law I don't never get booked up
When I was down to my last ain't nobody have my back but big bruh
Caught a flight to Cali got some love from da grapes shout out big cuz
He put a 9 bullet straight through yo spine now you gotta get picked up
Got a couple niggas gone take yo shit no stick up

We on some blue and slatt shit
Want the real no plastic
How your bitch is so slim
But she still look mad thick
I'm fresh to death like caskets
Matte black with black tint
I fuck my bitch with passion
She argue once we past tense
Forty K up on her dog
Red and blue and black pit
I put the forty on my bro
Acting like I'm Brad Pitt
Bruce Lee got mad kicks
They blood suckas mad ticks
Get to shooting Mavericks
Lebridade classics

Paranoid gotta keep a couple toys since ya boy got the cook up
Getting head back in the back of the Bentley when she done tell her look up
Late night trapping with a pipe and a pocket full of good pup
Lawyer like Saul he a dog beat the law I don't never get booked up
When I was down to my last ain't nobody have my back but big bruh
Caught a flight to Cali got some love from da grapes shout out big cuz
He put a 9 bullet straight through yo spine now you gotta get picked up
Got a couple niggas gone take yo shit no stick up



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Writer(s): Landan Myers
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