Paranoid Lyrics

Fendi or gucci

Huh

Count the dolls , shit all awn fairytales

Homie nigga , you know I'm moving up

Slide it off, for the time nigga

I had it twice, trippin it had me going Gone paranoid

Fendi nor gucci

Flit bitch double up

Nigga I'm workin , stacking money Actin thug now

Nigga bout to own a mall

Nigga was raised in the hood

Never trust no one

Heard what you doing my homie

Be Fuckin the bitches with no condo (condo*)

Fucking a bitch raw sex, she not even mine , changing this code nigga

I'm going cloud9 nigga

A thousands onetime nigga

I gat no ex

Ain't Qondo or Rondo

I takin no step ( takin no step)

Thamala getting weed now

City dirty sh*t just want my Hennessy

Steady sipping codin

City ain't safe no more

Bloody killing bloody

You did me dirty , tryna come my lane

You ain't know I gonna ban you off

( chill chill ) ban you off my crib

Fuck it hard way more , stay outta my zone (zone zone)

Fuck em nigga cypr** he acting stupid

Light it on far riding raw ,handiwork Count the dolls

Homie Nigga now I'm Smoking up

Antidote

Snaky form

Traumatizing uniform

Gone are days we beg no more

Filing thousands cheque , slide it on

Pull it on merry Jane

Saying pullin off,I'm always on Uniform, took the law fuckin up

You have me on your side consider you win ( win)

Tryna counting all my blessings

Shitty hard , never count no more

Nigga I'm heading to the top

Raising all this fund ( fund fund )

No option but to go hard in the game

I'm heading straight forward too the top

Rising up , thank the lord

Sure it's my season of blessings

Came from nothing too something, Had nothing to lose homie

I'm taking off

Gone are the days nigga work hard and never get paid ( never get paid )

ain't no pain no gain ( sure)

Shaking it had turn me on

Flying Pjet shit

Just wanna flex

Steady workin , workin working

ain't even sex

Took off I been going way sexy naan

Imma say uh , lil nigga light it off

Switch it on , take a loan

Take a loan Cus I be a loner boy when I turn 18

Holla my boy homie how you been doin, street ain't friendly hoping you doin well

Leaving you a text hope to see you my homie

Slide 456ten toe ain't never gonna Snitch on my homie

( Switches switches)

Ain't no pain no gain

Nigga be grateful

Pullin takin a nap map bursting now more Hennessy

Givenchy

Fendi nigga tryna own mall

Grooving party BB

With countless digits

Say a prayer for me homie whenever my name come thru your mind

Bitch bitch ain't no parties

This bitch I making no party

Stop tryna party on me yeah

Cus I been workin all the time

Gotta stay off my hood

Chill chill

I care no more

One time two time , you tryna analyze shit

Don't fucki** play me

Slide in a game , bitch way down I'm growing up fucking this bitch with credit

Knowin you wrong why you giving me Attitude ? (Now)

Nigga so high tending high tension Bout my hitting my mansion(mansion)

Oh lord Gotta come down help a soul

Swear Imma go and make it up

Bitch don't be worried ( Skreh Skreh)

Stacking the milli like auntie merry lynn

Shit had me traumatized

Traumatized (ah)

Traumatized

Written by Y. OGHENETEGA