Chaz Gotti – Paranoid lyrics

Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
You can run, but you can’t hide, 'cause I can see you boy
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane, I’m on that ass, I gotcha paranoid

I see you boy, see you boy, might not wanna be you, boy
Make me pull that heater boy, I sip on lean that eastern, boy
Shout out 1.0 boy
My bitch is bad, she get you perfect picture, Mona Lisa
Dope stepped on like sneakers
2 chains on like Tity Boi, You know clip on my Ditty boy
Drop the top, no ceiling, boy, man, get out your feelin boy
Gun tech nigga like Allen, 4 rings on, no Allen
Pulled up in that Audi, all these money problems
There’s a drought on Act? I got it, I heard there was an outage
All this money piling, niggas paranoid around me
I breakdance in the park, they call me Gotti MC Hammer
Free Guwap, Guwap, Guwap, nigga, king of east Atlanta

Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
You can run, but you can’t hide, 'cause I can see you boy
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane, I’m on that ass, I gotcha paranoid

Lord knows that llama on me, fuck you and your dead homies
Plug dead, jugging Taylor Swift, pussy shot at me, but that nigga missed
Balling 09 popping cleats, your favorite rapper lying, he just popping shit
It’s a dog eat dog world, baby girl, better get your money, don’t fuck for free
How the fuck you Muslim with a Jesus piece?
I can tell he’s nervous when he look at me
Murk your lil homie, wipe his home with bleach
I’mma teach ya pussy niggas not to reek
I’mma teach ya pussy niggas how to beef
I’mma teach ya pussy niggas not to talk
Nigga freezed up when he shot the four
Throw the Es up like a GD4

Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
You can run, but you can’t hide, 'cause I can see you boy
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane, I’m on that ass, I gotcha paranoid