(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane, that trap better not have you paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
You can run, but you can’t run, cause I can see you boy
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane, that trap better not have you paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane, I’m on that ass, I gotcha paranoid
(Verse 1 – Chaz Gotti)
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 bi**h is bad, she get you perfect picture, Mona Lisa
Don’t step 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 philly boy
Gun tech ni**a like Allen, 4 rings on, no Allen
Pull up on that outtie, all these money problems
There’s a drought on Act? I got it, I heard there as an outage
All this money piling, ni**as paranoid around me
I breakdance in the park, they call me Gotti MC Hammer
Free Guwap, Guwap, Guwap, ni**a, king of east Atlanta
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Waka Flocka Flame)
Lord knows that llama on me, f**k you and your dead homies
Plug dead, jugging Taylor Swift, pu**y shot at me, but that ni**a missed
Balling 09 popping cleats, your favorite rapper lying, he just popping s**t
It’s a dog eat dog world, baby girl, better get your money, don’t f**k for free
How the f**k 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 pu**y ni**as not to reek
I’mma teach ya pu**y ni**as how to beef
I’mma teach ya pu**y ni**as not to talk
Ni**a freezed up when he shot the four
Throw the Es up like a GD4
(Repeat Chorus)
