Paranoia / #1 Stunna - Fxxxxy

My gun is hidden by your purses

In case you turn on me like the world did

I don’t feel like I’m really worth it

Flawed Up Shawty they call me, I’m not perfect

Set up the ambiance

I’m about to lay you down on camera

I’m about to make you all my business

And my word is everything I got, I got, I got

I had the strap hidden while she was sucking on me in the drop

Cause' I never know which one of these bitches I turn on gone turn on me

I had some lessons I had to learn, it left some bullets and burns on m

If these hoes had thy way then they’d leave me dead they’d leave me dead

They’d leave me dead

Driving in the coupe I swear I only see red, I only see red

Always gotta stay prepared, always prepared, always prepared

Paranoia is lurking, I’ve seen it in person

My gun is hidden by your purses

Diamonds on the wrist while these demons under the bed

I don’t feel like I’m really worth it

2 C’s with my fingers, throwing up the set

World premiere, nigga

Cash, stunna, I’m the, number, one, stunna

(You ain’t never heard this!)

Number, one, stunna

I’m the, number, one, stunna

(New Desert Storm!)

«FXXXXY don’t fuck with niggas,» yeah, you heard

Pussy niggas getting all they deserve

Got no stains but I came from the dirt

Had to learn to get it right off the curb

Eating pussy make me talk with a slur

So many diamonds now her vision is blurred

Making threats? I can tell that you thirsty

That ain’t your gang yeah it look real rehearsed

(Cash Cartel)

Yeah

Looking real hurt

Knew you was pussy I was waiting to confirm

Made some mistakes but you live and you learn

We just been patiently waiting and working

We the new Cash Money, Juvie and Turk

Pinky ring in the cup, icing the syrup

That’s for my slime I don’t sip it on purpose

Whipping that woo, you want it? they serve it

(Exclusive nigga!)

Taliban gang got the stick in the turban

She gave me head, I thanked her for her service

I got my foot on they neck with no mercy

Repping CC but still call me Lil Birdie

Happened on accident, it was my purpose

Loyal my dogs, we all speak german

I’m on the front line, I’m looking assertive

Can’t split it up if you tried to desert us

Stunna, I’m the, number, one, stunna

I’m the, number, one, stunna

(Shout out to Pleasant Grove!)

Number, one, stunna

Im the, number, one, stunna

All my Duncanville niggas, what’s up!