[Intro]

Genie, you killed this

[Verse 1]

Two thirty clips together, fuck with Tay, he rollin' sixty

Paint the Hellcat red, got mad love for the Billings

Problem that I'm too real, everybody ain't me

Soon or later I be running this shit, I'm ready that

Thousand for the head, if it come with the pussy, I want 'em both

Bitch, don't ask my age, just take the cash, I ain't got time for playin'

What you want, a purse? You acting still, is you gon' fuck or not?

Ear to eye, I got expensive taste, bae, let me dine in

Let me slide in

Monеy ain't a issue, I'm in my bag

Put it in their face, show thеm they ain't the only ones getting paid

Throw me in a cage, full of lions, bet, I come out of Eight

[Chorus]

Paranoid ain't the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird

Dyin' 'bout this shit, front line with them sticks, love spinnin'

Gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast

12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets

.762 in his neck, by my respect, I'm at yo' neck

I ain't the type to tweet, drop the addy, fuck nigga, we can meet

All these sticks fully, drop a hundred in seconds, blowin' heat

You ain't caught a body, you can't slide, you gon' freeze on the drill

My gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin'

Heard they looking for him, I'm in the city, youngins come through trillin'

[Verse 2]

I can put that shit on, money-to-money, know how I'm comin'

She don't know me, yeah, that's cool in a minute, she gon' wanna fuck

Lil' bro eleven, shoot that bih like Klay Thompson, he havin' skill

My bitch think I'm cheating, I ain't have my phone, bitch, I was on the drill

First nigga look familiar, first nigga getting shot

First nigga reach for a gun, first nigga gon' die

Slow down, pick the scene, which one these niggas opps

Jack the window, let off eighty

Two hundred shots, I'm fine with three

Nigga think we steppers 'till we meet, I put niggas on FOX

I'm the reason your lil' buddy head got spint, we spint, for real

Spot a opp, hop out on feet, chase 'em down, this shit get real (Shit get real)

[Chorus]

Paranoid ain't the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird

Dyin' 'bout this shit, front line with them sticks, love spinnin'

Gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast

12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets

You ain't caught a body, you can't slide, you gon' freeze on the drill

My gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin'

Heard they looking for him, I'm in the city, youngins come through trillin'

I can put that shit on, money-to-money, know how I'm comin'

[Verse 3]

Slime 'em out, I need it all, we lend the pills, we got it all

March 'em like a pharmacy, CVS ain't got shit on us

Phone ringing, who this is, a different reach, mission complete

So many shells in this whip, we left him pale in this whip

I'm out way back to the West, fuck the ho, she from the East

State to state, we finding hoes, hard to pick from five hoes

Since you lying 'bout you steppin', nigga, who the fuck you kill?

Since you lying 'bout you slidin', nigga, what block did you spin?

Quarter mill' in the bank, plus the hundred I got in cash

I'm a real threat and I'm 'bout my check, it's just respect

If you owe me some', you better come pay it, 'fore I send them youngins 'round your way

They get on yo' ass, blast, blast

Gave lil' bro a door, he can't wait to catch 'em, do 'em dirty

Know it's all love, he do it for free, I still payed him

Get it back in blood, shit get shiesty, creep three hundred shots

We can't text unless you tryna fuck, I ain't got time for playin'

[Chorus]

Paranoid ain't the word, you know that feeling when you see that bird

Dyin' 'bout this shit, front line with them sticks, love spinnin'

Gang wars never last, gang unit come running fast

12 behind us, bust a left, throw it in track, eat up the streets

You ain't caught a body, you can't slide, you gon' freeze on the drill

My gang full of smackers, standing on murder, we love drillin'

Heard they looking for him, I'm in the city, youngins come through trillin'

I can put that shit on, money-to-money, know how I'm comin'