Paranoid

I see two of my bitches in the club

But they don't know about each other

But wouldn't I be a pimp if I set them up

To have a threesome with your boy

If they not too paranoid

Now one of my chicks she's straight from Vallejo

She be in the eight, though, and she got a boyfriend

She got a boyfriend but she only love him for his bankroll

She texts me like "I wish I was with you and not with him"

I hit her back like "Well, if you ditch that nigga we can get it popping, then"

Turn the lights on

And on her own she came over

Already had a pretty little thing over

She said, "Baby girl look good as fuck

Hope you let me beat it up"

I see two of my bitches in the club

But they don't know about each other

But wouldn't I be a pimp if I set them up

To have a threesome with your boy

If they not too paranoid

Now I be on the west side throwing up my shit high

D1, that's my only game

And all the bad bitches show a nigga love

The scared hoes running like they owe me change

I heard Mustard on the beat and I'm fucking with a freak

High rolling up the weed, bitches in the backseat

And when she bust it open, baby girl, you better eat

And if you don't get to stepping like you pledging Greek

You know it's real, same nigga with the lights on

Dark skinned nigga with the ice on

Out in Vegas try to fight on, pretty bitches blowing dice for him

Your baby momma might know him, you should be nice to him

Keep a poker face, pull it out and poke her face

Suck a nigga, you should know your place

I see your hoe, meet your hoe, feed the hoe and get the hoe replaced

Big bills, never lower case

I see two of my bitches in the club

But they don't know about each other

But wouldn't I be a pimp if I set them up

To have a threesome with your body

If they not too paranoid