[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
You can run but you can't hide cause I can see you, boy
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
Gucci Mane, I'm on that ass, I got ya paranoid

[Verse 1: Chaz Gotti]
I see you, boy, see you, boy, might not wanna be you, boy
Made me pull that heater, boy, I sip on lean, that eastern, boy
Shout-out [?], boy
My bitch is bad, she get you picture-perfect, Mona Lisa
Don't step on my sneaks
Two chains on like Tity Boi, you know Clayco my bity, boy
Drop the top, no ceilin', boy, man, get out your feelings, boy
Duct tape a nigga like Alley, four rings on, no Audi
Pulled up in the Audi, all these money problems
There's a drought on Act? I got it, I heard there was an outage
All this money pilin', niggas paranoid around me
I breakdance in the park, they call me Gotti MC Hammer
Free Guwop, Guwop, Guwop, nigga, king of East Atlanta

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
You can run but you can't hide cause I can see you, boy
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
Gucci Mane the trap God and I had you paranoid
Paranoid, I got ya paranoid
Gucci Mane, I'm on that ass, I got ya paranoid
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