Lyrics
What the fuck is up
It's Paranoia Clique twenty twenty-two
Motherfucker yeah I think that we're fucking through
Unless you're down to get lit with the paranoia crew
CHUG CHUG CHUG hardest fuckers on the block
If you ain't downing shots already we gonna show you how it's done
Gonna show you how it's done
Motherfuckers trying be us and they looking dumb (okay)
And they think they got drip
Nah you're just another piece of shit
A line of coke, two hits out of the blunt
The rage is on so go get some motherfucking shots
GET LIT, hah then you can talk to me
FUCK THAT HOE slay the enemy
Three shots, four pills, what the fuck is up
The rage is on make the motherfucking bottles pop
GET THE FUCK UP, we never fuck around
WE WON'T STOP till we end up on the ground
WE WON'T STOP till we end up on the GROUND
I got a gun to my head
And knife to my throat
Better stay back
This shit unloads
Bad boy aura
Motherfucker you a goner
Gotta pay for that shit
Better soon or sooner
Stay back you better stay back
Cuz we bout it motherfucker
Bound to get wrecked
Stay back you better stay back
Cuz we bout it motherfucker
Never backtrack
Stay back, you wanna stay back,
Motherfucker get me something to drink fucking asap,
We getting wasted
Bitch watch me lace it
Paranoia clique will fucking take you places yeah
All you pussy fuckers say don't do it we say fuck it
If you want some two c I got motherfucking bucket
We pull up pull up from the back
And all the bad goth bitches are suddenly wet
You can hate on my fucking name
Wish you were the same but you fucking ain't bitch what you fucking saying
I am insane speeding switching lanes
Send that yayo straight to my fucking brain and shoot me to the outter space
Paranoia gang arf arf bitch we going up