[Intro: Dareallilb & CBK-Draco]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ayy can yall hear me though
Ayy let’s go
[Chorus: Dareallilb]
If he could, then he would, but he broke so he can’t (so he can’t)
Pour a deuce up right now and my cup candy paint (candy)
I’m the Candyman bitch I got flavors of all taste (yep)
Different color every week I got options in the safe (Kaycee, yep)
Twin fresh out, now he back, he don’t play (pop, pop)
Two sticks with a switch, better watch what you say
You don’t really want smoke, you just fiend for the fame (ha, ha, ha, ha)
All that cappin’ on the net, boy you bitches so lame
[Verse 1: Dareallilb]
It’s a switch in the flow, but I never switch gangs
Got a blow off his face, yeah I’m locked to the brain (to the brain)
52 on my wrist 103 on my name
I was born in 07 rise of Lil Wayne (yep)
And my lyrics, so good they reflect on my name (Ayy, Ayy)
And my bitch listen good cause she know she mane
Turn around look around you could tell I’m doing great
Pull the chopper out and let it seem like Ella Mai
[Chorus: Dareallilb]
If he could, then he would, but he broke so he can’t (so he can’t)
Pour a deuce up right now and my cup candy paint (candy)
I’m the Candyman bitch I got flavors of all taste (Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy)
Different color every week I got options in the safe
Twin fresh out, now he back, he don’t play (pop, pop)
Two sticks with a switch, better watch what you say (Ayy, Ayy)
You don’t really want smoke, you just fiend for the fame
All that cappin’ on the net, boy you bitches so lame
[Verse 2: CBK-Draco]
But your bitch is so lame, but your bitch is so lame
She be switching for the gang, she be switching up her lanes
But your bitch is so lame, but your bitch is so lame
Let the bitch just switch up cause she switching for the gang
Hold up we be doing it
(Yep)
We be flewing it
(On gang)
We be moving, we be moving, we be moving it (Blrrd)
How the fuck is yo bitch finna get through
She can’t even move all that ass she can’t get through (ha ha ha ha)
She got her a bbl an that shit be real fat
Dumb bitch got hit straight up in her fuckin back
Every time he talkin smack we finna go spin back
Just like a new record we finna spin back
When they hear this shit they finna play it five times
10 times every time that we make a rhyme
I don’t ever talk shit bitch I’m in my dimes
Then I stack my green then I step in fuckin GUERLAIN
[Verse 3: Dareallilb]
Bitch I’m bouta stack up that bitch never had it
Shots out the truck slam dunk like I’m magic
He tried to hit the lick got hit with the lasers
I’m selling candy crush while I’m counting up this paper
[Chorus: Dareallilb]
If he could, then he would, but he broke so he can’t
Pour a deuce up right now and my cup candy paint (candy)
I’m the Candyman bitch I got flavors of all taste (yep)
Different color every week I got options in the safe
Twin fresh out, now he back, he don’t play (bop, bop)
Two sticks with a switch, better watch what you say (Ayy, Ayy)
You don’t really want smoke, you just fiend for the fame
All that cappin’ on the net, boy you bitches so lame