Paranoia
Shoutout all pretty things worldwide
Shoutout all of them
(Aye Koolayd I fuck with this one)
Pussio can't even get me
That's your thing, fam she a battry
Just want the slop, then off she go
Back to hackney
Pretty boy, black skin no acne
Man drinks Aqua
Look at my drip it's Prada
Fuck being civilized
Bully a pagan
Fuck civilization
Say you're gang
Then chat in da station
Fucking waste man
Nudes on WhatsApp
Real old school like a mustang
Can't say didn't bust man
Paranoia, keeping you up it annoys ya
4 am smoking up ganja
Thinking about times
Niggas capped and said I gotcha
When they actually don't
Don't care bout making p's
More bout macking hoes
It's actually mad
Paper chasing tryna buy land
You can't understand
It's not for me, it's for the fam
Who held it down
When da knots were loose
Slurring my words, sipping on goose
Darling take two shots, livin up
Pour another cup, drink it up
Paranoia, keeping you up
Where were niggas
When times were hard
Seeing no p's
Making no money, making no cheese
Fail to move weed, feds said freeze
Get on your knees
Heart uneased
Mom wasn't pleased
Couldn't pay fees
Look at life a placebo
Do good not evil
Shank and spliff
Told you already
Shawty too wet, she wetty on wetty
Eyes too low, smoking that fetty
Not vexed, not fazed
I'm ready
Baby you can't understand me
Just give me slop till your brain fucking empty (spi)
Rocking the prada and fendi
Bully got Louis Vuitton when he stepping (step)
Fucked your hoe she a battry
Passed to the bros and your shawty was happy
Bitches still act like they classy
She said she a virgin it look like a valley
Said I don't really want sex
You just a penny no dime couple cents (cents)
Gotta pay my respects
I love triple x, pop me a x
Can't save a bitch not a hero
I'm not superman bitch I'm kilo
No love for these hoes I mean zero
Murder what she wrote
First up can't love a thot
You can't be my gang and you loving no thotties
I'm making money some niggas catch bodies
I'm chasing money like it was a hobby
Bitch I'm the shit and I don't need a potty (battery battery)
(Don't need a potty)
Bitch I'm the shit and I don't need a potty
I see we speaking real shit facts
Listen
3 years of my life when I had to go back to the land
I was young I ain't wanna understand
Was lied to by my own fam it ain't really matter
Pops was the man wit the plan
When I came back was the same kid different game plan
(Skrrt) nigga really hopped out the van
Wasn't tryna go back but I did
Now it's 6 years later money stuck wit the kid
I could fuck on yo chick do you dig (Yea, Uhn)
Only if you knew how it was when we had no bread
We was down to the earth like the trees (yea)
Being broke a disease I'm done wit that man it's time it can leave
I like her she know she for pleasure
No I won't settle
I could do better
Brown skin girl slim waist good fellow
If she get the bag then I'm treating her special
One thing I demand is sum loyalty
You rocking wit me better show that (you dig)
Shoutout all of them
(Aye Koolayd I fuck with this one)
Pussio can't even get me
That's your thing, fam she a battry
Just want the slop, then off she go
Back to hackney
Pretty boy, black skin no acne
Man drinks Aqua
Look at my drip it's Prada
Fuck being civilized
Bully a pagan
Fuck civilization
Say you're gang
Then chat in da station
Fucking waste man
Nudes on WhatsApp
Real old school like a mustang
Can't say didn't bust man
Paranoia, keeping you up it annoys ya
4 am smoking up ganja
Thinking about times
Niggas capped and said I gotcha
When they actually don't
Don't care bout making p's
More bout macking hoes
It's actually mad
Paper chasing tryna buy land
You can't understand
It's not for me, it's for the fam
Who held it down
When da knots were loose
Slurring my words, sipping on goose
Darling take two shots, livin up
Pour another cup, drink it up
Paranoia, keeping you up
Where were niggas
When times were hard
Seeing no p's
Making no money, making no cheese
Fail to move weed, feds said freeze
Get on your knees
Heart uneased
Mom wasn't pleased
Couldn't pay fees
Look at life a placebo
Do good not evil
Shank and spliff
Told you already
Shawty too wet, she wetty on wetty
Eyes too low, smoking that fetty
Not vexed, not fazed
I'm ready
Baby you can't understand me
Just give me slop till your brain fucking empty (spi)
Rocking the prada and fendi
Bully got Louis Vuitton when he stepping (step)
Fucked your hoe she a battry
Passed to the bros and your shawty was happy
Bitches still act like they classy
She said she a virgin it look like a valley
Said I don't really want sex
You just a penny no dime couple cents (cents)
Gotta pay my respects
I love triple x, pop me a x
Can't save a bitch not a hero
I'm not superman bitch I'm kilo
No love for these hoes I mean zero
Murder what she wrote
First up can't love a thot
You can't be my gang and you loving no thotties
I'm making money some niggas catch bodies
I'm chasing money like it was a hobby
Bitch I'm the shit and I don't need a potty (battery battery)
(Don't need a potty)
Bitch I'm the shit and I don't need a potty
I see we speaking real shit facts
Listen
3 years of my life when I had to go back to the land
I was young I ain't wanna understand
Was lied to by my own fam it ain't really matter
Pops was the man wit the plan
When I came back was the same kid different game plan
(Skrrt) nigga really hopped out the van
Wasn't tryna go back but I did
Now it's 6 years later money stuck wit the kid
I could fuck on yo chick do you dig (Yea, Uhn)
Only if you knew how it was when we had no bread
We was down to the earth like the trees (yea)
Being broke a disease I'm done wit that man it's time it can leave
I like her she know she for pleasure
No I won't settle
I could do better
Brown skin girl slim waist good fellow
If she get the bag then I'm treating her special
One thing I demand is sum loyalty
You rocking wit me better show that (you dig)
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Writer(s): Joshua Ajibola
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