Paranoid (Lil Supersuit) lyrics

[Intro]
(Hello)
f*ck that (Hrr)
Don't bring him ova' here
Ay n*gga back the f*ck up n*gga
I'm hearin' sh*t
I ain'- I don't trust him
(f*ck yo kin folk, Hrr)

[Verse]
Got a bad bih- with me tryna suck di*k n*gga I don't give a f*ck what she talm bout, (Glrr)
If they call one time 'bout a deuce tre everybody in this b*tch gettin' kicked out, (Rrrat)
Young n*gga 13 with a deuce deuce everybody on the block gon' rock out, (Brr)
All it takes is for n*gga one n*gga to say who is you everybody in this b*tch gon' pop out, (Srrat)
Brr!
Mask the f*ck up and get outta there
Touch my damn partner I double dare
Leave that boy dead in his underwear
Man I got this sh*t from the drip fair
Tommy gon' walk down play fair
Paranoid as the f*ck I do not care
We ain' never had sh*t we do not share
Shawty f*ck the lil b*tch and do not pay her
Walk down n*gga, hmm
I do the choppa then walk down n*gga
This ain' no damn wendy this 4 for 4 hit you
Your partner got shot, and cropped out the god damn picture
My boy ring the bell and them n*ggas dismiss ya
In love with money and guns how the f*ck I'm gon miss ya
I'm not no damn puncha, I'm a pistol whippa
This bullet give bald fade just like the clippers
Kilo might f*ck around and f*ck your sister
Beat ya ass and make your partner 'nem get ya
Turn you to a man, ya momma won't kiss ya
Feelin' like dirty dan, and this pistol is older than Uncle Sam
Come in and cut your head off like the Taliban
I'm in the dip and these n*ggas can't live again
30 plus 30 thats 60 let's spin the benz
I'm in the trap I cut with mexicans
When I'm in that b*tch they do what Simon Says
.223 come and get you n*gga like he fred
Her pus*y lil' wet and I just want the head
Young n*gga stacking money like bunk beds
I jumped up my pistol like we done bumped heads
Give a f*ck 'bout that b*tch I left that hoe on read
This sh*t kinda fishy
I wouldn't of did what I did if them n*ggas wasn't with me
EBG put a n*gga six feet
I'ma baby life steppa' come get me
30 in the Glock don't p*ss me off
Don't come round this way you gon' get took off
Baby Life Nino let's hang with a boss
Only safe one that hoe like holocaust
Young n*gga, picking sh*t off randy moss, guns n*gga
All of my n*ggas they havin' quick draw
They want some damn pressure go ask about Saul
The gang, we moving location like every damn fall
Put the mask on and we taking you off
Beat a n*gga ass, WWE SmackDown Raw
Say, you want take him off thats yo call
I mean, you said that that was yo damn dawg
You fiend, that boy peter roll like a log
I'm green, you know I can't look to the law
I beat yo damn ass if you think that you hot
A lot of these pus*y ass n*ggas want be some they not
Poppin' my sh*t cause I just got some knots
I'm still finna rob if I'm rich I can't lie
Baby Life Spaz I'm the real OSO
You think that you finna take somethin' no no
I kill when I shoot like I'm Rajon Rondo
Ya partner done called the popo
We gon' have to beat you cause we can't find bro
[Outro]
(Hello)
n*ggas ain' stuntin' none of that, yuh (Brr, Gang gang shi')
Ay man don't le-, ay, I already told yo ass n*gga
I'ma-I'ma pop his ass n*gga, (Ay, Free Sumo n*gga)
Don't let him come over here n*gga
These folks be thinking this sh*t a game n*gga, trippin
(On my momma, Long Live TK n*gga, Brr band gang shi, solid gang shi n*gga, 438 solid gang shi, b*tch)