"Candy Land" lyrics
(feat. YSR Gramz, BabyTron)
[YN Jay:]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Hmm, hmm
Nigga, you ain't out here trappin'
Hey, nigga, you— alright
(Boomin need extras)
You was sittin' in the crib with your kids, you the family man
I just pulled up with some doonies in a family van
Bitch want me to send her my location, we in Candy Land
I can't tell if she got a fat ass, she got on granny pants
I be walkin' 'round clutch like my daddy friend
Trippin' 'round this bitch, I just sold my friend granny Xans
I been out here servin' Billy, I got Mandy mad
Nigga thought he bought some molly, it's a sandy bag
[YSR Gramz:]
Nigga, we got chops for the opps, we'll get on your ass
Man, these niggas out here stealin' flows, man, I'm oh so mad
When I lost my nigga Gabe-o, I was oh so sad
I could've graduated, but I didn't, said fuck that class
I don't fuck with these niggas, they be in they feelings
A nigga play with YN Jay, nigga, I'm gon' kill 'em
FN Five-seveN, .308'll knock down a building
You got a hundred-somethin' guns, boy, you not no killer
[BabyTron:]
Spin the block, chop bang-bang, yeah, that's a body bag
Black Louis V belt rockin', it's like karate class
Need two bands for a feature 'cause it's probably ass
Made a hundred off of unemployment, I don't lolligag
LA, ATL, then I go and hit Miami
I'm with Coochie Man, if she freaky, throw the bitch to scamily
I don't sell drugs, but I for sure just got some scripts from granny
Dog shit on me, if I up it, she gon' shit her panties
[YSR Gramz:]
If I ain't got the gun on me, nigga, I'm gon' stab you
You be beatin' on your bitch like you Joe Jackson
You will never get a ring, bitch, you Matt Stafford
I just blew a hundred-somethin' bands, now I'm back stackin'
[BabyTron:]
Wiped his nose, I'm a slimeball
Magic Johnson, you can only get them dimes off
Dior swim trunks, bitch, I'm finna slide off
Aiming out the window, flash on, turn the lights off
[YN Jay:]
Old lady walkin' 'cross the street too slow, I'm finna hit your granny
I'm the real Coochie Man, I'll hit your granny
Bitch walkin' out the crib too fast, don't forget your panties
I can never have a babysitter 'cause I hit my nanny
[BabyTron:]
Sent him up top, up top, I hit him with a ladder
Cut into the lil' freaky bitch like, "Come get lit with scammers"
Balenciaga socks, I don't fuck with Mr. Alan's
Shooters hittin' baskets, hit the funeral, we gon' hit his casket
[YSR Gramz:]
Bro got twenty thousand, he can't fit it in a fuckin' fanny
I fell asleep in that bitch pussy, I was off the Xannies
Old lady seen me with an FN, she told my granny
Man, I'm runnin' up a check damn near every week
If you ain't got no money for me, nigga, we can't even speak
I fucked this lil' bitch from the back, man, her shit was neat
I just won ten on the dice, man, that nigga sweet
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Hmm, hmm
Nigga, you ain't out here trappin'
Hey, nigga, you— alright
(Boomin need extras)
You was sittin' in the crib with your kids, you the family man
I just pulled up with some doonies in a family van
Bitch want me to send her my location, we in Candy Land
I can't tell if she got a fat ass, she got on granny pants
I be walkin' 'round clutch like my daddy friend
Trippin' 'round this bitch, I just sold my friend granny Xans
I been out here servin' Billy, I got Mandy mad
Nigga thought he bought some molly, it's a sandy bag
[YSR Gramz:]
Nigga, we got chops for the opps, we'll get on your ass
Man, these niggas out here stealin' flows, man, I'm oh so mad
When I lost my nigga Gabe-o, I was oh so sad
I could've graduated, but I didn't, said fuck that class
I don't fuck with these niggas, they be in they feelings
A nigga play with YN Jay, nigga, I'm gon' kill 'em
FN Five-seveN, .308'll knock down a building
You got a hundred-somethin' guns, boy, you not no killer
[BabyTron:]
Spin the block, chop bang-bang, yeah, that's a body bag
Black Louis V belt rockin', it's like karate class
Need two bands for a feature 'cause it's probably ass
Made a hundred off of unemployment, I don't lolligag
LA, ATL, then I go and hit Miami
I'm with Coochie Man, if she freaky, throw the bitch to scamily
I don't sell drugs, but I for sure just got some scripts from granny
Dog shit on me, if I up it, she gon' shit her panties
[YSR Gramz:]
If I ain't got the gun on me, nigga, I'm gon' stab you
You be beatin' on your bitch like you Joe Jackson
You will never get a ring, bitch, you Matt Stafford
I just blew a hundred-somethin' bands, now I'm back stackin'
[BabyTron:]
Wiped his nose, I'm a slimeball
Magic Johnson, you can only get them dimes off
Dior swim trunks, bitch, I'm finna slide off
Aiming out the window, flash on, turn the lights off
[YN Jay:]
Old lady walkin' 'cross the street too slow, I'm finna hit your granny
I'm the real Coochie Man, I'll hit your granny
Bitch walkin' out the crib too fast, don't forget your panties
I can never have a babysitter 'cause I hit my nanny
[BabyTron:]
Sent him up top, up top, I hit him with a ladder
Cut into the lil' freaky bitch like, "Come get lit with scammers"
Balenciaga socks, I don't fuck with Mr. Alan's
Shooters hittin' baskets, hit the funeral, we gon' hit his casket
[YSR Gramz:]
Bro got twenty thousand, he can't fit it in a fuckin' fanny
I fell asleep in that bitch pussy, I was off the Xannies
Old lady seen me with an FN, she told my granny
Man, I'm runnin' up a check damn near every week
If you ain't got no money for me, nigga, we can't even speak
I fucked this lil' bitch from the back, man, her shit was neat
I just won ten on the dice, man, that nigga sweet
