Paranoid

(álbum: Lewis & Clark - 2021)

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 N.E.R.D. 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 responding
Wish he would, my bitch upping stick but I'm not with Wanda
Old hoes calling 'cause I'm up, bitch, I'm not rewinding
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