"PARANOID" lyrics
Good to the brother 'cause he shipped it into overdrive on his own
Yeah, the brother had a cap on—
It take at least a couple G's to be this fleezy (Fleezy)
I count bands every evening (Every evening)
Wake up, touch a bag every season, it's so sad what I'm eatin' (Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes)
I got bread by loaf, and I got bad-ass hoes tryna eat me
She start geekin' when she see me
Bitch, stop tweakin', this a meeting
She get greedy for peepee, in fact, the ho ain't never tryna leave me
If we linkin', don't speak on it, that's
A hole that's already peakin' (Woah)
Shawty just a nympho, I got the ten-four
I spend racks to get the info
Tell me, what you in for? You just a bimbo
Showin' out to get indoors
40 in my hand, I'm p-p-pourin' my whiskey and Sprite
Shawty in my head, I'm g-g-goin' if shawty act right
Where you at if you ain't in my bed? My partner said I do too much
Keep a pipe and a phone in my hand
Make a call or a move, I'll do one up
16s got Deuce on speakers
Partner pour deuces on sweeteners
These woods gon' move when I leave 'em
Woodgrain leave bruises on divas
I'm Mr. Paranoid, make a peep or tweet or speak about me, then I can't avoid
Walk on routes so deep, so if it's beef, then it's a problem, boy
Better pay some homage, boy
I get paid for talkin', if you talkin', make some profit, boy
Fuck you and your momma, boy
Them bitches just some lil' boys, pay to play
Throw it all on gang, so if you play, you lay, any day
Gang got a problem with sharin'
With bullets, ain't never been selfish (Bow, bow)
Gang got a problem with sharin'
But hoes get passed if they passed us, uh
Stretch Out Gang, make 'em breakthrough, elastic
Sheet okay, but the button nothin' average
I can't keep 'cause the bro wanna have it
Fifty-cent cakes feed the whole damn bracket, uh
Scratching the top of the canvas, I could've been famous but just wanted cabbage
They say the flow doesn't match with the image
I'm looking like, "Bitch, are you gettin' the message?"
What nigga lame? And who here is the bestest?
Y'all keep all of that because real ain't subjective
Yes, I like all of my hoes a lil' classy, ain't talking 'bout bitches when speaking on ratchets
Ew, two hundred on the dash, go, "Nroom"
Can't run on my ass, go, "Pew"
Cannot neglect me, I'm really a blessing, achoo
I can't respond to a nigga who yappin', no matter how deep, I can't get into messes
Even with all of these bunnies and karats, I had me a gun before BBSs
16s got Deuce on speakers
Partner pour deuces on sweeteners
These woods gon' move when I leave 'em
Woodgrain leave bruises on divas
I'm Mr. Paranoid, make a peep or tweet or speak about me, then I can't avoid
Walk on routes so deep, so if it's beef, then it's a problem, boy
Yeah, the brother had a cap on—
It take at least a couple G's to be this fleezy (Fleezy)
I count bands every evening (Every evening)
Wake up, touch a bag every season, it's so sad what I'm eatin' (Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes)
I got bread by loaf, and I got bad-ass hoes tryna eat me
She start geekin' when she see me
Bitch, stop tweakin', this a meeting
She get greedy for peepee, in fact, the ho ain't never tryna leave me
If we linkin', don't speak on it, that's
A hole that's already peakin' (Woah)
Shawty just a nympho, I got the ten-four
I spend racks to get the info
Tell me, what you in for? You just a bimbo
Showin' out to get indoors
40 in my hand, I'm p-p-pourin' my whiskey and Sprite
Shawty in my head, I'm g-g-goin' if shawty act right
Where you at if you ain't in my bed? My partner said I do too much
Keep a pipe and a phone in my hand
Make a call or a move, I'll do one up
16s got Deuce on speakers
Partner pour deuces on sweeteners
These woods gon' move when I leave 'em
Woodgrain leave bruises on divas
I'm Mr. Paranoid, make a peep or tweet or speak about me, then I can't avoid
Walk on routes so deep, so if it's beef, then it's a problem, boy
Better pay some homage, boy
I get paid for talkin', if you talkin', make some profit, boy
Fuck you and your momma, boy
Them bitches just some lil' boys, pay to play
Throw it all on gang, so if you play, you lay, any day
Gang got a problem with sharin'
With bullets, ain't never been selfish (Bow, bow)
Gang got a problem with sharin'
But hoes get passed if they passed us, uh
Stretch Out Gang, make 'em breakthrough, elastic
Sheet okay, but the button nothin' average
I can't keep 'cause the bro wanna have it
Fifty-cent cakes feed the whole damn bracket, uh
Scratching the top of the canvas, I could've been famous but just wanted cabbage
They say the flow doesn't match with the image
I'm looking like, "Bitch, are you gettin' the message?"
What nigga lame? And who here is the bestest?
Y'all keep all of that because real ain't subjective
Yes, I like all of my hoes a lil' classy, ain't talking 'bout bitches when speaking on ratchets
Ew, two hundred on the dash, go, "Nroom"
Can't run on my ass, go, "Pew"
Cannot neglect me, I'm really a blessing, achoo
I can't respond to a nigga who yappin', no matter how deep, I can't get into messes
Even with all of these bunnies and karats, I had me a gun before BBSs
16s got Deuce on speakers
Partner pour deuces on sweeteners
These woods gon' move when I leave 'em
Woodgrain leave bruises on divas
I'm Mr. Paranoid, make a peep or tweet or speak about me, then I can't avoid
Walk on routes so deep, so if it's beef, then it's a problem, boy
