Candy Land lyrics

[Intro: YN Jay]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Hmm, hmm
n*gga, you ain't out here trappin'
Hey, n*gga, you— alright
(Boomin need extras)

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
You was sittin' in the crib with your kids, you the family man
I just pulled up with some doonies in a family van
b*tch want me to send her my location, we in Candy Land
I can't tell if she got a fat ass, she got on granny pants
I be walkin' 'round clutch like my daddy friend
Trippin' 'round this b*tch, I just sold my friend granny Xans
I been out here servin' Billy, I got Mandy mad
n*gga thought he bought some molly, it's a sandy bag

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
n*gga, we got chops for the opps, we'll get on your ass
Man, these n*ggas out here stealin' flows, man, I'm oh so mad
When I lost my n*gga Gabe-o, I was oh so sad
I could've graduated, but I didn't, said f*ck that class
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they be in thеy feelings
A n*gga play with YN Jay, n*gga, I'm gon' kill 'em
FN Five-seveN, .308'll knock down a building
You got a hundred-somethin' guns, boy, you not no killer
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Spin the block, chop bang-bang, yeah, that's a body bag
Black Louis V belt rockin', it's like karate class
Need two bands for a feature 'cause it's probably ass
Made a hundred off of unemployment, I don't lolligag
LA, ATL, then I go and hit Miami
I'm with Coochie Man, if she freaky, throw the b*tch to scamily
I don't sell drugs, but I for sure just got some scripts from granny
Dog sh*t on me, if I up it, she gon' sh*t her panties

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
If I ain't got the gun on me, n*gga, I'm gon' stab you
You be beatin' on your b*tch like you Joe Jackson
You will never get a ring, b*tch, you Matt Stafford
I just blew a hundred-somethin' bands, now I'm back stackin'

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Wiped his nose, I'm a slimeball
Magic Johnson, you can only get them dimes off
Dior swim trunks, b*tch, I'm finna slide off
Aiming out the window, flash on, turn the lights off

[Verse 6: YN Jay]
Old lady walkin' 'cross the street too slow, I'm finna hit your granny
I'm the real Coochie Man, I'll hit your granny
b*tch walkin' out the crib too fast, don't forget your panties
I can never have a babysitter 'cause I hit my nanny
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Sent him up top, up top, I hit him with a ladder
Cut into the lil' freaky b*tch like, "Come get lit with scammers"
Balenciaga socks, I don't f*ck with Mr. Alan's
Shooters hittin' baskets, hit the funeral, we gon' hit his casket

[Verse 8: YSR Gramz]
Bro got twenty thousand, he can't fit it in a f*ckin' fanny
I fell asleep in that b*tch pus*y, I was off the Xannies
Old lady seen me with an FN, she told my granny
Man, I'm runnin' up a check damn near every week
If you ain't got no money for me, n*gga, we can't even speak
I f*cked this lil' b*tch from the back, man, her sh*t was neat
I just won ten on the dice, man, that n*gga sweet