Candy Paint
Candy paint, Low eye Interstate
I love the high, love the high, I love the high
Candy paint, Low ride, to the sky
I love the ride, love the ride, I love the high
It's nothing new when I come through, all green, mountain dew
Shorty getting low, shorty getting low
Shorty man calm down
Oh oh I'm back at it, this is straight classic
Man this automatic, black on black
Pull up, pull up and park it
You don't need keys to start it, car new, wrap new colors
Inside interior custom, engine sound like a monster
You don't even need ghost busters, pull up, pull up and park it
Don't wanna get me started, I'm switching this shit like a Harley
Line it up on the race you got money, tryna flex on your engine and slipping
No mechanics can handle your business, all gold on my rims on Versace
She be twerking, she thinks she a bopper, throw some money she doing the dance
I'm the man that get paid in advance
I ain't swimming if the box ain't wet
If she not bad like Carter B, she's off my set
I like her body, yaddy, I like her shorty ride shoddy, yaddy
Bad dog, real thick long hair, you know how I like it
Attitude, not too rude, she know who is who
A queen that I crown, and she know how to follow the rules
We don't gotta pick or choose, we buy ten coupes
And we blacked out, that's the right route
Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
You go hard, I go harder, team do whatever you want to
If you ain't getting no money, sorry shorty, I don't want you
I'm a super savage playboy, disrespect you out in public
Say hello to my lil' buddy, just in case you want to smoke
I was broke, got it out the mud, it's lobster on a yacht
And I'm still flexing on my ex, my new bitch she on fire
If she tell you she don't miss me, then she capping in her lies
I done leveled up, big house on the hill, I see the clouds
And my new up, it's so custom, see the stars, man you inside
Riding in that Phantom Ghost, bottles of your favorite wine
That's my nigga P, Philly cheesesteak, niggas do or die
That's my nigga P, you fuck with my nigga, it's suicide
I'm still riding to that cold summer, you bitches know the vibes
I'm still riding to that cold summer, just sit back and just ride
In the pink, lil' white, in the state, I love the high
Hey, DB plug me up
I love the high, love the high, I love the high
Candy paint, Low ride, to the sky
I love the ride, love the ride, I love the high
It's nothing new when I come through, all green, mountain dew
Shorty getting low, shorty getting low
Shorty man calm down
Oh oh I'm back at it, this is straight classic
Man this automatic, black on black
Pull up, pull up and park it
You don't need keys to start it, car new, wrap new colors
Inside interior custom, engine sound like a monster
You don't even need ghost busters, pull up, pull up and park it
Don't wanna get me started, I'm switching this shit like a Harley
Line it up on the race you got money, tryna flex on your engine and slipping
No mechanics can handle your business, all gold on my rims on Versace
She be twerking, she thinks she a bopper, throw some money she doing the dance
I'm the man that get paid in advance
I ain't swimming if the box ain't wet
If she not bad like Carter B, she's off my set
I like her body, yaddy, I like her shorty ride shoddy, yaddy
Bad dog, real thick long hair, you know how I like it
Attitude, not too rude, she know who is who
A queen that I crown, and she know how to follow the rules
We don't gotta pick or choose, we buy ten coupes
And we blacked out, that's the right route
Go hard, go hard, go hard, go hard
You go hard, I go harder, team do whatever you want to
If you ain't getting no money, sorry shorty, I don't want you
I'm a super savage playboy, disrespect you out in public
Say hello to my lil' buddy, just in case you want to smoke
I was broke, got it out the mud, it's lobster on a yacht
And I'm still flexing on my ex, my new bitch she on fire
If she tell you she don't miss me, then she capping in her lies
I done leveled up, big house on the hill, I see the clouds
And my new up, it's so custom, see the stars, man you inside
Riding in that Phantom Ghost, bottles of your favorite wine
That's my nigga P, Philly cheesesteak, niggas do or die
That's my nigga P, you fuck with my nigga, it's suicide
I'm still riding to that cold summer, you bitches know the vibes
I'm still riding to that cold summer, just sit back and just ride
In the pink, lil' white, in the state, I love the high
Hey, DB plug me up
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Burroughs
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