Crybaby Cash - Paranoid Lyrics

I can get all in her face, she can't even handle the pressure
I had a cougar bitch that was generous, that bitch had got me a Tesla
I'm all in, she don't even wanna answer questions
I'm ballin', ain't stepped foot in the gym, no sweating
Been callin', ain't pickin' up or answer texts
Just don't fall in, that same shit that you just had left with
I walk in, then walk down like a pedestrian
I'm talkin', bitch shut your mouth and get naked
I hate hoes that don't do shit but be messy
A rainbow, the colors in the diamonds special
Let that pain go, go get some pape, it could help you
Better get a Telegram, my nigga, I don't know what else to tell you
You don't got no principles, that's how I know your daddy failed you
You dumb as f*ck, when he was in sixth grade, the teachers failed you
I sealed this bitch like three, four times, even the dogs can't smell through
Obeying every traffic sign, cause I got caught and now I'm too
Paranoid, I'm way too paranoid
Paranormal, I can't even enjoy it
I'm in the car, I'm whippin' in some foreign
I need your jaw, bitch don't try to be boring
I ain't in the mall, I order me some Marni
I get a call, then go pick up some money
Say I'm a dog, I told her she annoying
I give her guap, to go book a appointment
He got in the court room, this nigga started pointing
Bags in the trunk, gon' make the trap jump right now, I ain't never lie
Finna roll up this joint, light it up, put it in the sky
He kept on droppin' diss songs about his opps, now he in the sky
You want this drip, gotta pay for it
Hit from the back I'ma f*ck out the head board
Whoa, tryna be me, but you can't do it
He on the game, he don't even play good
Damn, she already told you that she wasn't f*cking
But you the type nigga gone make her
Whoa, it's so many niggas that selling a course
So how the f*ck you ain't got paper
Come on, he all in my comments
He talking bout spinning and spinning
But he ain't gone twirl shit
I just got a play, but I don't got the cash app
You gotta send to my girl shit
If you ever lost work in the mail
Then you know that it feel like some end of the world shit
I don't know if she white or black, or black or white
This bitch on some merle shit
Tryna jump flee with a eater
Ride around in a Jaguar, only got on a beater
Don't even see ya, I got on Y3
Basic bitch, think this shit Adidas
I don't even care about them Margielas
I turn them lil' bitches into some lil' beaters
I just hit a raw and made her go get an abortion
Bitch, you better kill that lil' fetus
Paranoid, I'm way too paranoid
Paranormal, I can't even enjoy it
I'm in the car, I'm whippin' in some foreign
I need your jaw, bitch don't try to be boring
I ain't in the mall, I order me some Marni
I get a call, then go pick up some money
Say I'm a dog, I told her she annoying
I give her guap, to go book a appointment