Pop Smoke - Paranoia (feat. Gunna & Young Thug)

Yeah Oh, yeah Oh Oh, yeah Paranoia, I'm havin' thoughts in my head I'm at the party, in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Don't ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior (ooh) I told her back off 'fore I'm 'bout to catch a body Bitch, this cooler ain't no fuckin' Miley Cyrus, Kawasaki (ooh, skrrt) She gon' ride it like a Harley, niggas hardly gettin' money right now I told this bitch, "I can't keep up, most of my thoughts in the clouds" (ah, ah, ah, yeah) Paranoid (geeked), I know some niggas wanna see me gone Just made twenty mil', I'm tryna fuckin' enjoy 'Fore you kick my door down and shoot, that's my lil' boy (yeah) Keep a tool, loose screws, baby (loose screws) When you "Woo," I'ma "Woo" back (yeah, woo, woo) Aim at his head (why?) Put half a mil' on a case and go to bed Slatt, slatt (yeah), yeah, yeah Paranoia (slatt), I'm havin' thoughts in my head (yeah) I'm at the party, in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Don't ask who I am, shoot that (yeah) in my Dior Mm, I gotta be paranoid Grippin' that FN, you know the streets at war Let anyone in, make sure you lock the door They hate that I'm locked in, you gotta watch your door (watch your door) I'm sorry, but I'm not sorry (sorry) Cops pull me over 'cause I'm in a 'Rari (a 'Rari) Got top off a lil' mama ridin' shotty (shotty) Me and Woo gon' shake the room, might catch a body (body) Real niggas, we love to party, like everyday I bought that bitch a Masi', we two look great Baby boy in Taraji, I took some molly Float like I'm Ali, tryna stay sane (yeah) Paranoia, I'm havin' thoughts in my head I'm at the party, in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Don't ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior I just did six days in London, paranoia Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon Thoughts in my head, know that I'm Woo When you see me, you know that I'm Woo When you see me, you know that I'm Woo I said paranoia, I got some thoughts in my head I'm at the party, in Cartier, yeah Walk in the club with two straps When I "Woo," "Woo" back Don't ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior That's the paranoia, oh, the paranoia I said I'm paranoid, paranoia