Different Mode
Who's that peeking through my window
You smell exotic in the air soon as the wind blow yeah
Ok I'm spazzing on this bitch I'm in my duffle that bigger bag
He ain't bout it he hiding under beds with his scary ass
That pack keep coming in its in my bag on my way to class
Ain't got shit together AMC he just breaking bad
And I can see you just a baby boy guess he finna pout
And shawty told me you can't fuck her right he keep slipping out
A freak bitch like Blueface when we fuck I'm her daddy now
And R.I.P Paul Walker but these boy steady crashing out
And I ain't no mechanic being broke yeah I fix it nigga
My gas is like you taking off your hat got you lifting nigga
He wanted a QP but I just threw him like fifty nigga
And I don't gotta stack my cents no more I ain't fifty niga
She say her pussy sweet I won't survive in that Candy Land
I made her scream my name in triplets call me Candyman
Fuck being friendly I don't fuck with niggas ain't shaking hands
Like young bouls at a family reunion watch me do my dance
Yeah ain't no fool me once you can't fool me nigga
See me and twin like two G's side by side we like Gucci nigga
And we ain't never beefing if it's ever about coochie nigga
This bitch ain't give me head I told her ass you just blew me nigga
Who's that peeking through my window
You smell exotic in the air soon as the wind blow
And we turn all that ra-ra shit down decrescendo
I hate that niggas really dickeat like that kinfolk
Aye in competition with who it's only me, me, I, and I
Wish she was my bitch but we could never see eye to eye
Shit that's probably cause a nigga six-five
Can see me anywhere and still pop on you like bitch surprise
And what you doing now stop talking bout what you used to do
I used to fuck your bitch and grip that ass like it's ten to two
Anybody sick of me don't give a fuck get some chicken too
Big general he think he moving shit who the fuck is you
Bitch
Aint with the weird shit keep it far from me
I had to beat the pussy up that shit stole my heart from me
It's like we from Bmore we get it cracking don't start dummy
Your pockets got a lisp when we speak money yours talk funny
You smell exotic in the air soon as the wind blow yeah
Ok I'm spazzing on this bitch I'm in my duffle that bigger bag
He ain't bout it he hiding under beds with his scary ass
That pack keep coming in its in my bag on my way to class
Ain't got shit together AMC he just breaking bad
And I can see you just a baby boy guess he finna pout
And shawty told me you can't fuck her right he keep slipping out
A freak bitch like Blueface when we fuck I'm her daddy now
And R.I.P Paul Walker but these boy steady crashing out
And I ain't no mechanic being broke yeah I fix it nigga
My gas is like you taking off your hat got you lifting nigga
He wanted a QP but I just threw him like fifty nigga
And I don't gotta stack my cents no more I ain't fifty niga
She say her pussy sweet I won't survive in that Candy Land
I made her scream my name in triplets call me Candyman
Fuck being friendly I don't fuck with niggas ain't shaking hands
Like young bouls at a family reunion watch me do my dance
Yeah ain't no fool me once you can't fool me nigga
See me and twin like two G's side by side we like Gucci nigga
And we ain't never beefing if it's ever about coochie nigga
This bitch ain't give me head I told her ass you just blew me nigga
Who's that peeking through my window
You smell exotic in the air soon as the wind blow
And we turn all that ra-ra shit down decrescendo
I hate that niggas really dickeat like that kinfolk
Aye in competition with who it's only me, me, I, and I
Wish she was my bitch but we could never see eye to eye
Shit that's probably cause a nigga six-five
Can see me anywhere and still pop on you like bitch surprise
And what you doing now stop talking bout what you used to do
I used to fuck your bitch and grip that ass like it's ten to two
Anybody sick of me don't give a fuck get some chicken too
Big general he think he moving shit who the fuck is you
Bitch
Aint with the weird shit keep it far from me
I had to beat the pussy up that shit stole my heart from me
It's like we from Bmore we get it cracking don't start dummy
Your pockets got a lisp when we speak money yours talk funny
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Writer(s): Stephan Wright
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