Paranoia lyrics

[Intro]
My lil' n*gga he slimed him
Your n*gga ain't even spinned that bend
(Run that up, Rico)
Southside sh*t
Grrrt, okay

[Chorus]
Huh, my lil' n*gga he slimed him
Your n*gga never spinned no bend
f*ck 'em, we want everything
f*ck '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 n*ggas loose, had to make some boss choices (For real)

[Verse]
Paranoia, hearing voices
n*ggas 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
p*ssed off, sellin' Chris Rock on the block
Ridin' all day long, I know this ain't what you want
That n*gga he nervous, on the corner where a n*gga 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 sh*t be urgent
Can't wait 'til all my brothers home
Slay a n*gga 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 steppin' the whole pandemic
Ain't dead? Then they left you a message
[Chorus]
Huh, my lil' n*gga he slimed him
Your n*gga never spinned no bend
f*ck 'em, we want everything
f*ck '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 n*ggas loose, had to make some boss choices