C A N D Y lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Walk in that b*tch and I'm throwing the stove
Whip my wrist, it damn near broke
Call the plug, need two of them b*tches
My lawyer said I burnt too many bridges
f*ck the DA, he can suck di*k
f*ck my last plug, he can suck di*k
n*gga know damn well he ain't good in the hood
Change my number, n*gga ain't did sh*t
Chain on my neck, rings on my fingers
Auntie, come here, pass me the hanger
Stimulus came, trap booming
I need rehabilitation from the jeweler
Unc' lip twitch, it taste like Kool-Aid
That b*tch taste like chicken shish kebab
White boy strapped the f*ck up, Cheddar Bob
They calling my phone for nose candy
Walk in that b*tch with nose candy
Lil' b*tch gone off the nose candy
Ain't no cakes in this b*tch but I'm Little Debbie
Strawberry shortcake like Little Debbie
That b*tch taste like spicy, picante
Chain look like I married Beyoncé
Lil'-ass Glock look like Kevin Hart
Mariah Carey 30, break your heart
Old fake-ass n*gga tryna get me to buy it
You faker than Nick Cannon drum lining
This Henny and E pill f*ck up my lining
I'm throwing up, f*cking up my lining
b*tch doing drugs and she tryna hide it
If you hide your drugs then you're not my friend
All my good licks, we friends
Slitherman rob all his friends
Walk in that b*tch, look like Busta Rhymes
Step out that b*tch, look like Slick Rick
Four gold rings like James Rick
Nappy-ass 'fro, look like Kapernick
Trap house play for the Knicks
Dirty-ass n*gga, TeejayX6
b*tch nodding off, look like a lick
Don't complain, you gon' get what you get
I was short and gullible, lick on a zip
Chain look like I hang with Lil' Flip
Chain look like I rap with Rakim
Glock look like I hang with Tom Cruise
Boom, get on the floor, move
Boom, dope so good, light up the room
New Breed Trapper, the [?]
Hold on, b*tch, I'm 'bout to go Super Saiyan
Twelve E pills, I'm Superman
Pill pressure, I could press with my hands
Hold the f*ck up, Slitherman activated
Murder, death, kill outta nowhere
I wish all my opps in a wheelchair
Beat a b*tch with a crowbar, break your leg
Slitherman back from the dead
RXK, RXK, RXK
See the plug go OT back same day
Meet a b*tch n*gga, wrap his ass up same day
RXK-K-K-K-K-K, RXK
b*tch, you like to rob? We the same
I ain't got no friends, I'm strange
I'm Tyson in his prime, eat your brain
I done broke my wrist 'bout a hunnid times
Auntie keep coming back 'bout a hunnid times
b*tch blew her nose off, did a hunnid lines
I don't want yo weed, what the f*ck is that kind?
n*gga said it's Runtz but I know he lying
Tell his ass, "Turn around, b*tch, I'ma rob you"
I'ma tell him download my song when I rob him
All black like, "Luke, I am your father"
Sunday look like Regal Theatres
I ask you to borrow but, n*gga, I'm keeping it
They said that I'm lowdown and devious
Stupid-ass Glocks like Butt-Head and Beavis
When I up that b*tch, sound like Butt-Head and Beavis
If I robbed you, I'm sorry, I had to do it
If I thought you was gon' snitch, I had to shoot you
I ain't even gon' lie, I just wanted to do it
I'm the youngest n*gga that they call "OG"
Walk in the police station, shoot police
Free Bam, stab police
Tie a opp up, beat out his knees
Don't play with me, unc', I'll kill yo nephew
Mavado Glock, I'm so special
Two Glocks like two teachers, I'm special
Y'all washed up rats like 38 Special
This a 9 milli', not a .38 Special
On a Sunday, got thirty-eight specials
Come get a deal, b*tch, we got specials
Retarded wrist, they say that it's special
I'ma be the same when I met you
Nephew Leatherface, Hannibal Lecter
I told you before I'll kill my brother
You know that I looped that sh*t
Stimulus just came yesterday, unc' got it and just ran through that sh*t
That n*gga, he know damn well he not no killer, go ahead and do that sh*t
Up that glick, don't care who he with
Auntie and unc' who I'm cooling with
So many bullets, a cooling kit
Up that glick, start doing sh*t
Stop that sh*t, you ain't fooling sh*t
Trap house jump like Ewing did
Lil'-ass Glock, that puny sh*t
AR look like brooms and sh*t
[?] some sh*t
Don't f*ck with him or all that goofy sh*t
On the first of the month I be feeling like I'm famous
I prayed to Allah they don't came and raid it
You're not pulling up, what the f*ck are you saying?
You don't want smoke? We can make some arrangements
I come through with twenties and change them for hunnids
I don't get complaints from Jakes for nothing
My auntie don't really like when I be cussing
Yo auntie my auntie, n*gga, we cousins
They all on my body, they love how I do it
New batch drop like I drop music
I'm not falling asleep, I got my shoes on
I got that glick on my hip, n*gga, I'm cooling
Thumbing through five and tens, eating noodles
Lil' b*tch hungry, told her eat some noodles
Fake-ass b*tch can't make noodles
Straight drop taste like oriental noodles
Dope from the eighties, new breed, new school
Keep six feet distance, I will shoot you
Yo money short? I forgot English
Like a Spanish n*gga, I forgot English
Go get the f*ck out my face when them fake-ass prices
My chain look like ratchet b*tches fighting
Chain louder than a baldhead b*tch
Beat the pot like a baldhead b*tch
My chain shining like a baldhead b*tch
Glock look like a lil' ponytail
Glock sound like a b*tch from the hood off Section 8 with a lil' ponytail
Glock sound like a b*tch with twelve kids
Glock sound like a drunk pregnant b*tch
AR-15 sound like auntie when she thought stimulus wasn't coming
Got my name in yo mouth, DJ Akademiks
They in the house, they not really in it
These n*ggas in the house dissing n*ggas
These n*ggas move like they Akademiks
They want fame, DJ Akademiks
Paying for pus*y, DJ Akademiks
They di*k in the booty, DJ Akademiks
Fake-ass clout, DJ Akademiks
Headtop a n*gga, leave him in a blog
These n*ggas in the house writing blogs
Ho-ass n*gga pillow talking
Up that Glock, Macaulay Culkin
This good White Runtz got me coughing
The way I'm driving, you can tell I'm saucing
All the opps sad, hurt, and soft
Pew-pew-pew, ambulance, call 'em
Feel like Kodak when he got freed
Feel like Kodak buying a gun
Smoke K2 like Kodak Black
Retarded .9 like Kodak Black
They let me free like Kodak Black
I was in a cell till my matt' was flat
'Fore I ever let them n*ggas send me back
They gon' have to do me like I'm Bernie Mac
Hold up, I smell something
That pus*y, these n*ggas telling for nothing
He pus*y, he won't pull up for nothing
These n*ggas be hating, these n*ggas be jealous
They get caught up then tell on they homies
Rob a n*gga like he not my homie
Them fake-ass stories be phony
I'm the real deal-deal, Tuff Tony
I'm by myself but I'm not though
Five rings but I'm not Kobe
Better watch the n*gga, that is not yo homie
I hear that voice, what grandmama told me
They said that I'm bugging, I said that I'm sane
I'm not sleeping for nothing and booted for days
Find out where you live, pull up where you stay
Him or me like Barbarian Days
Pack not good, no sh*t, no shame
Unc' in the trap, 120 Days
Pulled out a Glock, spit in yo face
You sit on yo ass? You should be ashamed
f*ck a PS4, I'm not no game
Bullet size of a PS5, hit yo face
I will take my palm and slap yo face
These fake-ass gangsters be passing the mint, yuh
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