Candy
I'm faded
In and outta love and I'm jaded
Tired of all these games hoes playing
Let me take a picture for the Gram
I pray I don't get sentenced for these grams
I'm just in the kitchen whippin' Grammys
I do this for my pappy and my mammy
I do this for the gang my whole family I just eat these beats like candy
Shh, hold it down
What I'm rolling up too loud not to make a sound
And when I pull up I make 'em smile you make a frown
Cool young player nigga, yeah that's my style
I like that
I heard your kitty cat bite, well I bite back
Kickin' the dopest flows need some saran wrap
'Cuz I'm running around these niggas like a fucking track
I got your hoe wanna do yoga
And now he wanna fight me because his girl in here bendin' over
And she want me to put her on the sofa and then stroke her
And I'm just trying to teach this little freaky bitch the poses
Gon meditate
I just popped a stem and a cap I'm gon levitate
Now if I catch you flying in my trap, I'm gon let it spray
No hay amor por las cucarachas, dame la Raid
I'm faded
In and outta love and I'm jaded
Tired of all these games hoes playing
Let me take a picture for the Gram
I pray I don't get sentenced for these grams
I'm just in the kitchen whippin' Grammys
I do this for my pappy and my mammy
I do this for the gang my whole family I just eat these beats like candy
In and outta love and I'm jaded
Tired of all these games hoes playing
Let me take a picture for the Gram
I pray I don't get sentenced for these grams
I'm just in the kitchen whippin' Grammys
I do this for my pappy and my mammy
I do this for the gang my whole family I just eat these beats like candy
Shh, hold it down
What I'm rolling up too loud not to make a sound
And when I pull up I make 'em smile you make a frown
Cool young player nigga, yeah that's my style
I like that
I heard your kitty cat bite, well I bite back
Kickin' the dopest flows need some saran wrap
'Cuz I'm running around these niggas like a fucking track
I got your hoe wanna do yoga
And now he wanna fight me because his girl in here bendin' over
And she want me to put her on the sofa and then stroke her
And I'm just trying to teach this little freaky bitch the poses
Gon meditate
I just popped a stem and a cap I'm gon levitate
Now if I catch you flying in my trap, I'm gon let it spray
No hay amor por las cucarachas, dame la Raid
I'm faded
In and outta love and I'm jaded
Tired of all these games hoes playing
Let me take a picture for the Gram
I pray I don't get sentenced for these grams
I'm just in the kitchen whippin' Grammys
I do this for my pappy and my mammy
I do this for the gang my whole family I just eat these beats like candy
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Writer(s): Kelcey Walker
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