Paranoid Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Let me talk my shit
Been a lor' minute since I talked my shit
Bitches be dick eating like a motherfucker
Paranoid, Always tucking the heat
Ain't no walking every time I got beef
Pillow talkin' we going put him to sleep
Doing business everything got a fee
Dream chasin' got me feeling like Meek
Getting money, I been feeling like Meech
Set the table, everyone got a seat
Feed the family, they all gotta eat
Bitches pocket watching all on the gram
Love or hate me, Imma still be the man
Free my brother he got stuck inna' jam
Chasing bread and he got locked in the pan
Pistol packing, he get blown like a fan
Play the role and always stick to the plan
Got my youngins ready hop out the van
He spun it once, but he won't spin it again
Them bitches be quick to go hopping on dick
Keep hearing that click when I empty the clip
You know I got lit just by talking my shit
And you know he got hit just for acting all slick
Dirty my cup, man this shit got a kick
Bitch I'm making these plays, I ain't throwing no pick
Beef with my dog, got me feeling like Vick
Ain't no point in a vest, cus this glock got a switch
7 am and I'm stuck in the studio
I been out working the block like a cubicle
Reload the chop, let it sing like a musical
Never put hoes over bros, it's remedial
No i can't fuck wit' that boy, I ain't feelin' him
I know he talking that shit, I ain't hearing him
I'mma spin by with the glock and put fear in him
We put the stick to the block and we clearing em'
Ride through the city, I'm blowing exotic
Too many bandies, can't fit in the pocket
Get too many buckets, I'm feeling like Harden
But not on the Clippers, the one on the Rockets
I blow a bag every time I go shopping,
But maybe that isn't the brightest idea
I got the ying, let it sing like Aaliyah
You knowing that man is a bitch like Madea
Still wanna get that degree for my Mama
But I wanna get me a milly before that
Feelin like Kobe 04' like a throwback
I been the illest, you already know that
I gotta work everyday, I can't relax
I had to chill off the 30, might relapse
We was just chillin' now I'm at his repass
We find his killer, and park where he be at
We throw that boy in the harbor, no tea bag
I'mma pull up for the 3, like I'm T-Mac
I gotta a rollie, I'm feeling like Cenat
Leave that lor' boy in the dirt like a T-Rex
I'mma stay down til' it's time to yell we next
I don't wanna hear you complain, you ain't eat yet
Throw down a towel, she getting the sheets wet
I'mma just do it like Nike, I need checks
Only 19, and I'm stirring the pot
He wanna beef, then we serving it hot
I feel like Bam how I'm playing the block
And I'm feeling like Bron, how I'm calling the shots
All he wan' do it go live on the gram
He not spinning that shit, All he doing is fox
Put down the phone and go pick up a glock
I said put down the keys and get ready to box
Paranoid, Always tucking the heat
Ain't no walking every time I got beef
Pillow talkin' we going put him to sleep
Doing business everything got a fee
Dream chasin' got me feeling like Meek
Getting money, I been feeling like Meech
Set the table, everyone got a seat
Feed the family, they all gotta eat
Bitches pocket watching all on the gram
Love or hate me, Imma still be the man
Free my brother he got stuck inna' jam
Chasing bread and he got locked in the pan
Pistol packing, he get blown like a fan
Play the role and always stick to the plan
Got my youngins ready hop out the van
He spun it once, but he won't spin it again