Candyland lyrics

I see a little silhouette of a man
Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand
Fixing all these b*tches they call me the handyman
She want lollipop I take that b*tch to Candyland

I sip on that b*tch like its brandy
I'm up in her crack like some panties
But I'm not the one to go f*ck with these hoes so I blow off that b*tch like a hanky

Now she wanna eat up the candy
She poppin' that pus*y like Xannies
Nah I ain't related to none of these b*tches
But they keep on calling me daddy

See I'm in the back with a baddie
Stacking it up in the pantry
Packing the fax like a fanny
I just made another one, I take the beat and I'm chopping it up like I'm Sandy
See I got the pink like a pansy
I give her the di*k cuz she nasty
And I'm in the club and I'm minding my myself but she pulled me up to go dancing
But I got a b*tch who I love so I these hoes gotta know that they ain't got a chance b
And I go from the front to the back like I'm shifting the gears so that they cannot pass me
My di*k in the face now she can't see
Put that b*tch in her place cuz she trashy
See my b*tch an artist, she looking so thick, and she drool on my di*k like she Nancy
b*tch you know I'm running this sh*t like I gotta motherf*cking Fitbit
Why you asking me to click pics of my di*k b*tch
Sucking on my di*k tip
Said no when she wanted to visit
Motion, she just wanted the physics
Yeah my flow is so vicious
She hear the lyrics then do the mischief
Every time I kill sh*t ye
I see a little silhouette of a man
Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand
Fixing all these b*tches they call me the handyman
She want lollipop I take that b*tch to candy land

I see a little silhouette of a man
Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand
Fixing all these b*tches they call me the handyman
She want lollipop I take that b*tch to Candyland

Skaramoushe skaramoushe
Lil b*tch you gonna lose
I got that fire when I step in the booth
I spit so hard finna knock out ya tooth

Imma kill this beat, two times, too high
Hit em with a few rhymes, I'm too fly
In the industry
Do you think that you mean sh*t to me
Lil boy you is a b*tch to me
Cuz I'm on top of your body like a tombstone
Got a new phone, cuz your b*tch got a new tone
Got a few bones, told my dogs they can chew on
Gotta cruise on, on few songs, like I'm Crusoe

You should get the news bro
Every time I hit the beat I turn into a motherf*cking killer, call me dolla dolla biller, when I'm racking up the pillars I'mma kill em with ma lyrical triggers cuz I'm a winner
I'm too fast for the mic got my head on a pike cuz I'm dead on the side
Wake up in the morning got the bread on my mind
Spitting gunshots cuz I got the lead on the mic

You don't want beef in the first place
Got a patty cake last Thursday
Every time I hit the beat I cause a f*cking earthquake
Throw it back just like a childhood birthday okay ye

I need a graveyard for the beats that I kill
Finna save y'all when I reach for the mills
Call me a priest when I'm spitting these sermons
I swear to God they do not teach what I spill

I hit a lick no runner
Gotta a lil baby no gunna
Everybody watching my come up
Jump on the beat go busta

One, two, three, four Gianni

I see a little silhouette of a man
Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand
Fixing all these b*tches they call me the handyman
She want lollipop I take that b*tch to Candyland
I see a little silhouette of a man
Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand
Fixing all these b*tches they call me the handyman
She want lollipop I take that b*tch to Candyland