BabyTron, StanWill - Paranoid lyrics

(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas) ayy

I think this lil' stripper wanna fuck
’cause I tipped her good
Bitch wigging, I'ma get her gone like the
On the phone with Benihana's
Make sure that my shrimp is cooked
Stepping in Balenciagas, bitch
I’m really him, just look
Bitch, I'm him, like really him
It ain't no duplication
Flexing like a jock but it's
NERD on my Human Races
Riding with the Drac' and the Glock
It ain't new
It ain't them F's on my tests but
I still got that stupid paper

Threesome in the room with yo bitch
And my Glocky on me
Called a ham but he sent the
Pape’ and I stopped rеsponding
Wish he would
My bitch upping stick but I’m not with Wanda
Old hoes calling 'cause I’m up, bitch
I'm not rеwinding
Caught him in some Comme des
The Glock gave him heartburn
They don't need no GPS
The bitches know it's our turn
Had to tell this bitch, "Before you slide
Jam the card first"
Low tops with the splatter on ’em
Stepping in some artwork

I was big tripping
Let a bitch tear my heart out
She really losing now
Broke as hell and her car loud
How the fuck y'all got a point
For in a dark stout?
Something like I'm SpongeBob neighbor
I'm a star now if you felt what I felt
You'd still be throwing up
Computer new as hell, they like
"How the fuck you loading up?"
Where they selling army tanks at?
I'ma tryna blow 'em up
Two sticks, give him twenty-one
Give that controller up

She ain't got no morals
She got on her knees and blew my dick
She say, "Boy, you got
Some big thrust", bitch, i'm used to this
Unc' and them could work for U-Haul
They be moving shit
Passed the Glock to me like Tory Lanez
I'll shoot this bitch
Glock got a flash and a beam
Hit him in his bean
I got fifteen in my jeans
Busting out the seams
Bitch, I really ball with my team
Throw us in the league
Bitch, I scam hams and swipe cards
I don't fuck with fees

I been on a road running rampage
Where's my chill day?
If it ain't a couple guns around
Then I don't feel safe
I can't fold this lil' fucker
In my pocket, boy, this real pape'
Only fuck around this bitch fucking
With me probably Bill Gates

Thinking you Harambe? Gang and 'em
They like to kill apes
This bitch really think that I'm the one
She want a lil' faith i can't even cap
I told her I just want a lil' face
Hit a opp with the Aubrey Graham
That's a lil' Drac'

Ayy, zapper on the Glock
Fuck around and we'll electrocute him
I could catch a opp in a
Wrestling ring and wouldn't wrestle, stupid
Nah, I'll really take his head off his neck
We'll execute him
Running in the wild with my wolves
I don't mess with poodles

Blowing zazas, big zas
I'm tryna catch my vibe
Boy, you the type to wave yo
Hand 'round tryna catch a ride
Bitch so fucking irritating
It's the head I like i be winning now but I
Still feel them L's inside

Running in the crib like, oh shit
I done left my 9
Bought a stick, never touched a weight
I don't exercise
Feel like I'm the GOAT with this shit, like
Best alive if you think it's scam season
Wait till my Tech arrive

I been feeling like, huh, this the one
I been feeling like, huh, we the ones
I been feeling scared but I damn
Near gotta bring a gun
I been feeling like that one that shit, oh
Don't bring it up
I been feeling like, huh, this the one
I been feeling like, huh, we the ones
I been feeling scared but I damn
Near gotta bring a gun
I been feeling like that one that shit, oh
Don't bring it up