text: Yeah, oh, yeah
  Oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, yeah
  Paranoia, Im havin thoughts in my head
  Im at the party, in Cartier, yeah
  Walk in the club with two straps
  When I "Woo," "Woo" back
  Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior, ooh
  I told her back off fore Im bout to catch a body
  Bitch, this puller aint no fuckin Miley Cyrus, Kawasaki 
  She gon ride it like a Harley, niggas hardly gettin money right now
  I told this bitch, "I cant keep up, most of my thoughts in the clouds" 
  Paranoid, I know some niggas wanna see me gone
  Just made twenty mil, Im tryna fuckin enjoy
  Fore you kick my door down and shoot, thats my lil boy 
  Keep a tool, loose screws, baby 
  When you "Woo," Ima "Woo" back 
  Aim at his head , put half a mil on a case and go to bed, slatt, slatt , yeah, yeah
  Paranoia , Im havin thoughts in my head 
  Im at the party in Cartier, yeah
  Walk in the club with two straps
  When I "Woo," "Woo" back
  Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior
  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 Im locked in, you gotta watch your door 
  Im sorry, but Im not sorry 
  Cops pull me over cause Im in a Rari 
  Got topped off from lil mama ridin shotty 
  Man, Woo gon shake the room, might catch a 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 Im Ali, tryna stay sane 
  Paranoia, Im havin thoughts in my head
  Im at the party, in Cartier, yeah
  Walk in the club with two straps
  When I "Woo," "Woo" back
  Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior
  You know reality bites, its chess, not checkers
  Those empty threats only sound good on your records
  If the patois is not followed by a Blocka
  Its 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 Tschabalalas
  Many dolls, thatre sprawled, they my Ill Nanas
  Make a call, she gon crawl, bad gyal Patra
  Im involved and absolved, I am Godfather, hush
  I just did six days in London, paranoia
  Shoot for the stars, aim for the moon
  Thoughts in my head, know that Im Woo
  When you see me, you know that Im Woo
  When you see me, you know that Im Woo
  I said paranoia, I got some thoughts in my head
  Im at the party, in Cartier, yeah
  Walk in the club with two straps
  When I "Woo," "Woo" back
  Dont ask who I am, shoot that in my Dior
  Thats the paranoia, oh, the paranoia
  I said Im paranoid, paranoia