Paranoid lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Enrgy Beats)
b*tch
Ayy

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Don't believe everything you hear, boy, that ain't the truth
K shell break his face down, look like baby food
Unc' stabbed a n*gga forty times and he eighty-two
Cuz took an automatic chop from a Jamaican dude
Hell yeah, they bang our sh*t in Jamaica too
This a new batch, here, J, come taste this food
Used to ask bro for a dub, now I'm making blues
b*tch caught me cheating red-handed, still played it cool

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just dropped a hundred shots, I'm tryna make the news
Green and red beam on the Glock, but I'll chase you too
Yeah, she gave that pus*y up for free, but I raped her too
Beat the pus*y up for three minutes, yeah, I ate it too
Let my n*gga hit the blunt with me, but I'll face it too
Rinse the pot out after—
Beat a n*gga ass, shoot him twice, then I Maced him too
Oh, I forgot I had my knife, I shanked him too

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Poke a n*gga like I'm tryna take his temperature
Oh, he ain't die? Hit him twice with a Dillinger
Hit girly off a Perc' for hours, end up killing her
b*tch came back alive, I had to finish her
I dove in that pus*y, n*gga, knee-deep
High as hell while I put in work, n*gga, RiRi
Thirty shots after thirty shots, Glock on repeat
New tape on the way, I need 10K for a sneak peek
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm paranoid, a car rolled past and I shot it up
Last night I beat my pockets' ass, they knotted up
This my first time cookin' dope, I almost locked it up
I bought a glass pint of red and f*cked the profit up
I need to find a new habit
Unky sniff coke and smoke dope, he got two habits
I got a trick up my sleeve, but I don't do magic
I took my hat off my head and pulled out two rabbits

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Pint of red, finna drop it in a Mountain Dew
This a G-Wagen, this b*tch fast, it climb mountains too
Girly mean to you, but suck my di*k for a pound of fruit
Black as hell, but the pus*y pink like Majin Buu
Damn, I couldn't hide the proof
Unc' pulled up on me in the Range with the slidin' roof
Cuz paid a hundred-eighty blues for a diamond tooth
Plus he sell dope and all that, we still grindin' too
Ho, I got a lot to say
Made thirteen hundred off of rapping, bought a Glock today
I'm finna drop a hundred shots, n*gga, Dr. J
Bro supercharged the Corvette so the cops won't chase

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
b*tch, I been a leader
Ten milli' Glock, this b*tch twenty-two centimeters
Creep up on a n*gga fast as hell like a centipede
I put it in a Runtz pack, but it's some different weed
b*tch tried to put her lips on mine, ain't no kissing me
Me and Mike dropped Dum and Dumb3r and made history
Pull up shootin' K bullets out a Buick Century
I wanna drive a Rolls-Royce through Flint, we need bigger streets
I need a six of red
Had a threesome with two fat hoes, I need a bigger bed
Mike conceited and he arrogant, I got a bigger head
Try me, then you gon' take more shots than a liquor-head