Paranoia MISS STORM (Ft. Benny the Butcher)
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Sometimes I don't know who to trust ( I don't know who to trust)
A yo Storm, what up?
What up B?
Let's go!
Yeah!
Chorus
Paranoia, everywhere I go
I keep looking over my shoulder
'Cause something's getting close
It's Paranoia
(If you gotta second guess it, don't trust it)
(Griselda!)
Benny The Butcher Verse
The streets made me paranoid I don't know who watching us/
Rats keep popping these traps made me popular them out of town trips spending racks made me obvious/
Them young Shooters standing round with gats made me confident/
Y'all 12-pack sippers we're Hellcat whippers/
Who left home young and brought bails back with us/
You different caught a case and brought 12 back witcha/
If you don't feel like he's solid better tell that Nigga/
I was set up by niggas I led niggas I fed/
That's why these paranoid thoughts fill up my head/
Before she answer she consider my bread/
She eat the dick that's why I Make Her Say her grace before she get in my bed/
When it's on you got to choose sides that's a fact/
My bitch run around in Vera Wang slides in the Trap/
It's crazy when your friends stick knives in your back/
Rule number 1 cut ties with a rat
A yo Storm, what up?
What up B?
Let's go!
Yeah!
Chorus
Paranoia, everywhere I go
I keep looking over my shoulder
'Cause something's getting close
It's Paranoia
(If you gotta second guess it, don't trust it)
(Griselda!)
Benny The Butcher Verse
The streets made me paranoid I don't know who watching us/
Rats keep popping these traps made me popular them out of town trips spending racks made me obvious/
Them young Shooters standing round with gats made me confident/
Y'all 12-pack sippers we're Hellcat whippers/
Who left home young and brought bails back with us/
You different caught a case and brought 12 back witcha/
If you don't feel like he's solid better tell that Nigga/
I was set up by niggas I led niggas I fed/
That's why these paranoid thoughts fill up my head/
Before she answer she consider my bread/
She eat the dick that's why I Make Her Say her grace before she get in my bed/
When it's on you got to choose sides that's a fact/
My bitch run around in Vera Wang slides in the Trap/
It's crazy when your friends stick knives in your back/
Rule number 1 cut ties with a rat
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