​paranoia She Loves Boon (Ft. ​funeral)

[Chorus: she loves boon]
I just wanna vibe, baby, fuck the paranoia
Eighty in the whip, I think we can throw some more, uh
Hunnid for the blunt, it's a racky for the pour-up
Bodies on the floor, uh, this like [?]
Diamonds dancing on me, baby, this is [?]
Blowin' 'fetti, different cities, still ain't go on tour
Laurent on my body, designer drinks up in my core, uh
I can keep on winning if they wanna go to war, uh

[Verse 1: funeral]
Jit got a brand new Glock, it's 19 custom, yeah
I got them diamonds encrusted, yeah
Hollow point like a [?]
Bitch on me, I ain't trustin' you
Bitch said follow her back to the crib
Gotta her mad, then I dip, like, "Fuck it," yeah
Up in this bitch with a mag in this shit
Yeah, I'm mad with the stick, she can touch it, yeah
Yeah, I'm mad with the stick
Skin so white like I'm baggin' a brick
Bro at home, I'm back in this bitch
Ho walk in and she bad with this shit
Whip in the parking lot, my choppa bark a lot
My choppa fuckin' illegal
I'm with this bitch in a room
And the camera recording the shooting to feel like it's real