"Candy Paint" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Glock, Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Okay, well I am
Chunking the deuce, and I'm sipping, and I lay low
Newport with a fruity ass Faygo
Rolling thru the hood and they know what's good
White diamonds in the light, hitting every color, rainbow
6th grade with Spiderman Bape, ay
7th grade, bubble yums, yeah, ay mane
Rip to they swag, mothafucking Beyblade
8th grade screaming out ay bay bay bay
But they know what it do, they know what it does
Baby, I ain't no mothafucking bimbo
They know how I move, they play me in the club
Baby girl, it's motherfucking simple
They know I don't lose, they know I stay up
With my dawgs and my mothafuckin' kinfolk
They wanna see me down bad, all stressed out
In a mothafucking damn ass limbo
All of them wanna go be me
It ain't easy, living my life out like this
I make it look easy, these girls creamy
When I spaz out like this
I could get a milf in the mothafucking bag
Imma be a dilf, not no mothafucking dad
Imma throw bands now, swim at Splashtown
And it's motha fuck you, 'cause I can, man
I got the drip I ain't talking Edward's Aquifer
I'm driving drunk, ma'am, I'm sorry, misses occifer
Snuggle on my drawls and I ain't talking softener
Put the pussy on the chopping block, I'm a slaughterer
Man, I'm in Hell's Kitchen, deviled egg whipping
Cupcake candy paint, Jolly Rancher sipping
Man, I'm off the pot, mane, I'm too throwed
She lick me like a lollipop, Lil Wayne flow
Glock, Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Glock, Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Glock, Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Okay, well I am
Chunking the deuce, and I'm sipping, and I lay low
Newport with a fruity ass Faygo
Rolling thru the hood and they know what's good
White diamonds in the light, hitting every color, rainbow
6th grade with Spiderman Bape, ay
7th grade, bubble yums, yeah, ay mane
Rip to they swag, mothafucking Beyblade
8th grade screaming out ay bay bay bay
But they know what it do, they know what it does
Baby, I ain't no mothafucking bimbo
They know how I move, they play me in the club
Baby girl, it's motherfucking simple
They know I don't lose, they know I stay up
With my dawgs and my mothafuckin' kinfolk
They wanna see me down bad, all stressed out
In a mothafucking damn ass limbo
All of them wanna go be me
It ain't easy, living my life out like this
I make it look easy, these girls creamy
When I spaz out like this
I could get a milf in the mothafucking bag
Imma be a dilf, not no mothafucking dad
Imma throw bands now, swim at Splashtown
And it's motha fuck you, 'cause I can, man
I got the drip I ain't talking Edward's Aquifer
I'm driving drunk, ma'am, I'm sorry, misses occifer
Snuggle on my drawls and I ain't talking softener
Put the pussy on the chopping block, I'm a slaughterer
Man, I'm in Hell's Kitchen, deviled egg whipping
Cupcake candy paint, Jolly Rancher sipping
Man, I'm off the pot, mane, I'm too throwed
She lick me like a lollipop, Lil Wayne flow
Glock, Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
Glock, Glock, not a Ruger
Got my diamonds from a jeweler
Pop in ya dreams
Like my boy Freddy Krueger
