YMS JAY - PARANOIA Lyrics

Why these niggas want to speak up on me Steady on my dick
I'll never worry about no nigga he can't get me rich
I could never be the type to post a beef on a app and shit
Like who the f*ck you influencing Sniffing me that's a trooper scent
Ripping beats and ripping bitches
I got whopper in here tripping
You want my head so come and get it
YMS coming wicked too
GG be the click if you a bitch it ain't no fitting room
And if you worried bout that hoe you gone get mixed up Like a smoothie
Throw it up them hoes throw it up Baby throwing cocker
Make her pour it up we drinking four lines of the best rockery
Baby say that she on go I guarantee she gone stop for three
I be blowing bomber weed these bitches be massaging me
She keep saying she f*ck nigga free One time gone hit the You could see the lighting under me
I prefer the taking you get paranoia drilling shit Tell them bitches free bacon
And let him finish chasing it
Nigga saying he the hottest what he lying for It's a time though
Pegging bitches with a blindfold but she a dime though
I got plenty women i could pick I keep my eyes closed
I got many niggas wanna see me dead And gone
Itty bitty niggas I don't f*ck with
They say I changed or sum
They think a nigga moving left like I got fame or sum
Gone try to manipulate my brain like I'm a lame or sum
Just made a promise to my niggas I won't change for nothing
Baby sign to death row you been f*cking with them peons
Thirty three behind my coat
Double Tee since I was knee high
I could recollect or I could cash a check Before I need y'all
Bitch it's YMS you better show respect before we take off
Why these niggas want to speak up on me Steady on my dick
I'll never worry about no nigga he can't get me rich
I could never be the type to post a beef on a app and shit
Like who the f*ck you influencing
Sniffing me that's a trooper scent
Ripping beats and ripping bitches I got whopper in here tripping You want my head so come and get it YMS coming wicked too
GG be the click if you a bitch it ain't no fitting room
And if you worried bout that hoe you gone get mixed up Like a smoothie
Throw it up them hoes throw it up Baby throwing cocker
Make her pour it up we drinking four lines of the best rockery
Baby say that she on go I guarantee she gone stop for three
I be blowing bomber weed these bitches be massaging me