Duvy - Paranoia lyrics
[Duvy - Paranoia lyrics]
My lil' nigga he slimed him
Your nigga ain't even spinned that bend
(Run that up Rico)
Southside shit
Grrrt, okay
Huh, my lil' nigga he slimed him
Your nigga never spinned no bend
Fuck 'em, we want everything
Fuck 'em, we take everything
On the block, we was sellin' everything
Ain't stopping 'til the gang straight
Can't come up in the gang way
Load up them choppers, get busy
Praying that this stick don't miss
I just want this Glock hit him
Wonder if they really ridin' for your boy
Cut some niggas loose
Had to make some boss choices
(For real)
Paranoia, hearing voices
Niggas scared to steer the wheel
It gets annoying
Call him "John", he leave them brains Deere
Run and dip, empty clip
You know that we ain't playing fair
I might put my trust in switch
Stick long, do a hit to this song
Shoot his lips if he talk
Pissed off, sellin' Chris Rock on the block
Ridin' all day long
I know this ain't what you want
That nigga he nervous
On the corner where a nigga get murdered
Up that murder rate!
No nine-to-five, twenty-four, we
Was out there
We purgin'
Send that text, bro hit the corner
That shit be urgent
Can't wait 'til all my brothers home
Slay a nigga for the bros
Could you manage all this static?
Is you with it, is you gon' panic?
Keep the stick like we do magic
Send them blicks at him
You got hit 'cause gang step
In the whole pandemic
Ain't dead? Then they left you a message
Huh, my lil' nigga he slimed him
Your nigga never spinned no bend
Fuck 'em, we want everything
Fuck 'em, we take everything
On the block, we was sellin' everything
Ain't stopping 'til the gang straight
Can't come up in the gang way
Load up them choppers, get busy
Praying that this stick don't miss
I just want this Glock hit him
Wonder if they really ridin' for your boy
Cut some niggas loose
Had to make some boss choices
Your nigga ain't even spinned that bend
(Run that up Rico)
Southside shit
Grrrt, okay
Huh, my lil' nigga he slimed him
Your nigga never spinned no bend
Fuck 'em, we want everything
Fuck 'em, we take everything
On the block, we was sellin' everything
Ain't stopping 'til the gang straight
Can't come up in the gang way
Load up them choppers, get busy
Praying that this stick don't miss
I just want this Glock hit him
Wonder if they really ridin' for your boy
Cut some niggas loose
Had to make some boss choices
(For real)
Paranoia, hearing voices
Niggas scared to steer the wheel
It gets annoying
Call him "John", he leave them brains Deere
Run and dip, empty clip
You know that we ain't playing fair
I might put my trust in switch
Stick long, do a hit to this song
Shoot his lips if he talk
Pissed off, sellin' Chris Rock on the block
Ridin' all day long
I know this ain't what you want
That nigga he nervous
On the corner where a nigga get murdered
Up that murder rate!
No nine-to-five, twenty-four, we
Was out there
We purgin'
Send that text, bro hit the corner
That shit be urgent
Can't wait 'til all my brothers home
Slay a nigga for the bros
Could you manage all this static?
Is you with it, is you gon' panic?
Keep the stick like we do magic
Send them blicks at him
You got hit 'cause gang step
In the whole pandemic
Ain't dead? Then they left you a message
Huh, my lil' nigga he slimed him
Your nigga never spinned no bend
Fuck 'em, we want everything
Fuck 'em, we take everything
On the block, we was sellin' everything
Ain't stopping 'til the gang straight
Can't come up in the gang way
Load up them choppers, get busy
Praying that this stick don't miss
I just want this Glock hit him
Wonder if they really ridin' for your boy
Cut some niggas loose
Had to make some boss choices