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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha Nigga, say can y'all hear me, though? Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Diego) If he could, then he would, but he can't, so he ain't Yeah, it's candy in my cup and my whip candy paint (Candy paint) I'm the candy man, niggas got blocks of candy cane (Candy) I ain't never seen my opps when I step inside the bank (Ayy) Twin fresh out, walk around with a shank (Ha) And I got two Glocks, fuck around, you gettin' spanked (Brrt) You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame And your bitch want me 'cause you niggas so lame (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) It's a switch on this Glock, but I never switch gangs This a O on my face and I'm loc'd to the brain (To the brain) 42 on my wrist, ninety-three propane (Gas) I was born in '93, product of the dope game (Ha) And my product so good, it reflect on my name (Yеah, yeah) And my bitch listen good 'cause it rеflect on my gang (My gang) Three hundred dollar steak, but I came from Section 8 Turn around, look around, you can tell I'm doin' great (I'm doin' good) All I do is get paid, fuck hoes, move weight Every day a new city, every week a new state Good pills, good coke on a nigga resume (Resume) Letras de cancionesPull the chopper out, then let it sing like Ella Mai If he could, then he would, but he can't, so he ain't Yeah, it's candy in my cup and my whip candy paint (Candy paint) I'm the candy man, niggas got blocks of candy cane (Candy) I ain't never seen my opps when I step inside the bank (Diego, ayy) Twin fresh out, walk around with a shank (Ha) And I got two Glocks, fuck around, you gettin' spanked (Brrt) You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame (Yeah) And your bitch want me 'cause you niggas so lame (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Fuck a handgun, it's Mr. Walking With A Drac' Niggas out to get me, so I keep it on my waist Duck behind the tint, I'm in some shit from outer space Ayy, Geesy, hit the Mexicans, tell they ass I need a crate If you don't got a skit, then I don't wanna hear you speak Just know that nigga lyin', say he did some shit to me No phones up in the lo', this operation catch a B If you don't spot your man, then park the whip and get on feet The shit you niggas do, bitch, I done did it in a month Don't ask me what I'm smokin', bitch, it's Richie in my blunt You only bang your hood up in the pictures, niggas bunk Don't pull up late at night 'cause niggas dyin' for them stunts Got it off the muscle, can't nobody tell me no These niggas don't be really fightin' demons, they just broke Can't sit with empty pockets, I'ma go and kick a door Don't you walk up with aggression in your eyes 'cause I'ma blow If he could, then he would, but he can't, so he ain't Yeah, it's candy in my cup and my whip candy paint (Candy paint) I'm the candy man, niggas got blocks of candy cane (Candy) I ain't never seen my opps when I step inside the bank (Diego, ayy) Twin fresh out, walk around with a shank (Ha) And I got two Glocks, fuck around, you gettin' spanked (Brrt) You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame And your bitch want me 'cause you niggas so lame (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) How the fuck you say it's smoke if you ain't smoked a nigga? (These niggas killin' me) Like is you jokin', nigga? Where your pipe, where your pole at? (Where your pole?) Playin' crazy with no weapon on you, huh, like is you stupid, nigga? (Frrt) On my mama, you get towed back (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Baby Dracy in a tote bag, huh (Tote bag) Pull it out and watch them niggas go fast So you hoopin'? I drop Curry on 'em (Frrt, boom, boom) And I'ma take it to the rim every time just like I'm Shaq (Let's go) Spin they block and double back again, nigga Up the score up on them bitches, make sure everybody whacked, nigga (Fah, fah, fah, fah) That nigga, he the top hat, we got that (We got his ass) Confirm kills, we on a mission, fuck you mean do we pop back? (Bronem kill niggas) 'Cause we shoot first, it's not a option If you kick it in this circle, it's mandated you do dirt (Yeah) How you tellin' me to slide when you ain't slid yet? That's hilarious Claim he in the field, that's some shit that he ain't did yet (He ain't did) We on a mission, 80K up on my neck (On my neck) Still the first one hoppin' out, leave a nigga stretched (Baow, baow, baow, baow) It's a man down, man down, man down Yeah, he thought this shit was sweet, now he leakin' on the ground, nigga (That's over with) If he could, then he would, but he can't, so he ain't Yeah, it's candy in my cup and my whip candy paint (Candy paint) I'm the candy man, niggas got blocks of candy cane (Candy) I ain't never seen my opps when I step inside the bank (Diego, ayy) Twin fresh out, walk around with a shank (Ha) And I got two Glocks, fuck around, you gettin' spanked (Brrt) You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame And your bitch want me 'cause you niggas so lame (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) From Letras Mania