Pop Smoke feat. Young Thug , Pusha T , Gunna - Paranoia

[Intro: Pop Smoke] Yeah, oh, yeah Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, yeah [Chorus: Pop Smoke] 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 [Verse 1: Young Thug] I told her back off 'fore I'm 'bout to catch a body Bitch, this puller 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, 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 [Chorus: Pop Smoke, Young Thug & Both] 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 [Verse 2: Gunna] Mmm, I gotta be paranoid Grippin' that FN, you know the streets at war Leadin' to one thing, 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 topped off from lil' mama ridin' shotty (Shotty) Man, 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) [Chorus: Pop Smoke] 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 [Verse 3: Pusha T] You know reality bites, it's chess, not checkers Those empty threats only sound good on your records If the patois is not followed by a Blocka It's like Marked for Death Screwface, without the choppa Let 'em rush the stage when you made like Sinatra Only to hide the blade flyin' back through LaGuardia I might even buy a home out in Mississauga On my walls, have scrawls of Tschabalala's Many dolls, that're sprawled, they my Ill Nanas Make a call, she gon' crawl, bad gyal Patra I'm involved and absolved, I am Godfather, hush [Verse 4: Pop Smoke] 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 [Chorus: Pop Smoke] 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 [Outro: Pop Smoke] That's the paranoia, oh, the paranoia I said I'm paranoid, paranoia