Paranoid

(álbum: Underdog - 2018)

Ayy, Nine9 really kicking shit, you heard?
Nine9 made it!

I just want the swag
Baby girl, I just want the swag
Get this money, I'ma get to the bag
Pop out the cut like a motherfucking ad
I get cash so I know these hoes mad
Flexing too hard, I'm the motherfucking dad
Finna cop the X6, and you still in that Jag
Two-thousand four, but it go too fast
I remember taking shit, what the fuck is a mask?
I'm-I'm a happy ass nigga, I ain't going out sad
I got too much money, I ain't looking at no tag
I get high off Backwoods, I not smoking no Zig-Zags
Your bitch like me over you, it's okay
I'ma roll up this Backwood, with' no rolling tray
I'm the hood Santa Claus, in a foreign, not a sleigh
I got 'bout twenty-five roaches sitting in my ashtray
Only thing I disobey is the rules, that shit lame
I like doing what I want 'cause I do it everyday
Used to walk in the trap like a motherfucking portal
Flexing too hard, I don't fuck with the steroids
Trapped out nigga, I was trapping on my Android
Bitches talk too much, they act like I won't get annoyed
Still get a check, you can't tell if I'm unemployed
I be so focused, you would probably think I'm paranoid

Paranoid, paranoid
Geeked up, you would think a nigga paranoid
Par-Paranoid, paranoid
Counting cash, moving fast, paranoid
Geeked up, you would think a nigga paranoid
Paranoid, paranoid