Paranoid

I pull up paranoid on the bard
 I'm pullin up so hard, and I'm sippin on that bard
 It's that drank
 And my pocket's got a fat back.
 And my pocket's got a fat, and my pocket's got a fat band
 When I step right, stay out my sight.
 Leanin' at the light, with the burner, clutch tight.
 A tight ass fade cover up Versace braids
 Neon lights, fifty grand on the razor blade
 Cut so precise, plus it cuts on the white
 Never had a wife, but if I did, perfect height (5'3")
 Perfect time piece, maybe Rolex on the wrist
 Baby blue barrettes, part a spoiler with the kit
 Call her like a kitten, bitch I'm callin like a snail
 Engine V-12, gas supreme, I'm at the shell
 Shell-toed Adidas, maybe grand here like Fila's
 Haters can't see us, lay 'em flat like tortillas
 I pull up paranoid on the bard
 I'm pullin up so hard, and I'm sippin on that bard
 It's that drank
 And my pocket's got a fat back
 And my pocket's got a fat, and my pocket's got a fat band
 I pull up paranoid on the bard
 I'm pullin up so hard, and I'm sippin on that bard
 It's that drank
 And my pocket's got a fat back
 And my pocket's got a fat, and my pocket's got a fat band
 Pocket full of bank, Valerian cash in the tank
 Smugglin' snuggies 'cross the states
 Illegal, El Salvadorian
 Yeah
 You'll believe it when you see me open the doors on the Porsche Dalorian (Wassup?)
 Born again
 Bermuda, Bahamas
 In flower pajamas
 Ill slap bitch your armpits
 You knew I was in Menudo
 In the '82 Pujo, I'm bonin' your culo
 Slap my balls on your dad's desk
 And be like, "Whatcha gon' do about this? Nothing."
 You a bitch, they attach to my fists
 When I slap your mom in the dick and shit (what?!)
 I pull up paranoid on the bard
 I'm pullin up so hard, and I'm sippin on that bard
 It's that drank
 And my pocket's got a fat back
 And my pocket's got a fat, and my pocket's got a fat band
 I pull up paranoid on the bard
 I'm pullin up so hard, and I'm sippin on that bard
 It's that drank
 And my pocket's got a fat back
 And my pocket's got a fat, and my pocket's got a fat band
 From the head, to the toes, to the soul that they don't got
 All they care about is the next Patron shot
 These fake rappers want what Al Capone got
 'Til they on the street leakin', with they back to the dome shop
 Teflon don, shit, you Zac Efron, stepped on, by this fat kid that gets slept on
 Suck yo mama dry, suck yo mama dry
 You're jealous 'cause I exhale at everything I try
 I'm outlandish
 I'll even speak Spanish, like, "Mí Casa, Su Casa, viva la rasa, I'm a reggae-ton Rasta, La Bamba, La Bamba, mi bilar samba, bye bye Simba."
 3-D Ninja, me eat ginger, and wasabi, oh my casé, Kimosabi
 I pull up paranoid on the bard
 I'm pullin up so hard, and I'm sippin on that bard
 It's that drank
 And my pocket's got a fat back
 And my pocket's got a fat, and my pocket's got a fat band
 I pull up paranoid on the bard
 I'm pullin up so hard, and I'm sippin on that bard
 It's that drank
 And my pocket's got a fat back
 And my pocket's got a fat, and my pocket's got a fat band