lilchop4 - Paranoid

Come on, I cannot be fucked with
Lorrez, don't stop
Real shit, yeah, come on
Tryna beef wit me, bitch, I'm really in the field
Drop the lo, bitch, I'm really tryna kill
Yeah,
Drop the lo, bitch, I'm really tryna
Come on
Tryna beef with me, bitch, I'm really in the field
Drop the lo, bitch, I'm really tryna kill
Smoking dead niggas back to back, nah for real
You been had my drop push up, I thought you killed
Yeah, bitch, I'm not fakin
Tryna fuck me while im high this bitch, basic
Tried get the bitch to set the play, yeah,She on some lame shit
Drop a quick 30 on the opps, they thought I face shit
Opps call my phone every day, they on some gay shit
Ask Boog and his camp, they know I take shit
Ask mere, where his weed, my mans faced it
Come on, yeah
Where the opps, bitch, I'm lookin' for they ass
If I catch, babydee, put belt straight to ass
Mad as hell, his mans died, that shit bad
This a Glock 43, a Genfive with a mag
Ask the hoes, bitch, I'm turnt
PARANOID big eyes like I'm durk
Just got a new Glock, put that shit right to work
Yeah, I'm rich as hell, that's why this bitch tryna flirt
Come on
The opp nigga ran fast
Oh shit, that's what A said, my bad, come on
Caught a fat nigga out he ran fast
I'm tryna walk a nigga down, I need my strap
Catch a opp, bitch, we lookin' for a hat
We dont on beef with them niggas, they some rats
I can merch, we caught mere he ran track
Yeah, I can merge my whole, Camp got a strap
Cuff a bitch, alley hoop, throw it back
Yeah, It's double G's on my hat, I'm like that
Come on, yeah, let me switch the flow real quick
Yeah, alright
Catch me ridin' through the east with 19X with the beam
Yeah, he tried to run a bullet, hit him, then he lean
Catch him at the fest, blow his ass like some weed
Yeah, I can't fuck on this bitch, she's too mean
Yeah, I'm tryna cuff this one bitch, that's my wife
Yeah, damn, I'm lackin', I forgot to grab my pipe
Yeah, called ahmed guaranteed we got some knives
Tryna shank his ass up do him bad like im mike
Like I'm Mike, like I'm Mike, nigga
Yeah, uh-huh
You know what the fuck, uh-huh
Fast Money Boyz, 257 shit, nigga, come on

Written by:
chrishawn wimberly

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