CandyKaine lyrics

[Intro]
Child boy, grow up n*gga
(Yeah, Aye, Aye, Aye, Yeah, Aye)

[Verse 1: Duwap Kaine]
CandyPaint up in the cut
Got this K up on me shootin' sh*t up
n*gga I want you to pull up (up)
n*gga I want you to pull up
Lean in my f*ckin' double cup
With your b*tch, told that lil' b*tch to pour me up
Can't believe in luck
'Cuz I keep it tucked
Ridin' round in that f*ckin' Bimmer truck
Smokin' on gas I'm geeked up
Smokin' on gas I'm tree'd up
n*ggas mad 'cuz they wanna be us
When I'm back in the A I'm on the bluff
Smokin' gas, and you smokin' dust
Off the Wock, and you sippin' 'Tuss
Gold chains and your sh*t gonn' rust
Foreign cars and you ride the bus
Big guns, no I cannot fuss
Can't love a b*tch, it's just lust
Can't trust a b*tch, got no trust
With this 45 it gonn' bust
Big guns no f*ckin' discussion
And you know a n*gga bustin'
And you know a n*gga bustin'
[Verse 2: LilCandyPaint]
And you know a n*gga bustin'
And you know a n*gga bustin'
Got the choppa and the 30 get to thumpin'
Smokin' dope I pass the dope to my cousin
n*ggas bite my swag, they bite it like a muffin
Never gave a f*ck, dropped out of school
Drop top n*gga, shootin' out the roof
Two pistols, n*gga, one of them my boo's
I'm a demon, scary sight I shoot at you
With lil' Duwap in the cut, he shootin' sh*t up
Flexin' with them Rollies, n*gga put your wrist up
See my brothers in the cut they got them big pumps
If you run up wrong, n*gga, you gonn' get touched
Boom boom bang pow, choppa watch it lay you down
In this Audi coupe, n*gga smokin' on this loud
In L.A. now, move it by the f*ckin' pound
And this choppa on me, n*gga, hold 100 rounds
Lay you flat on your back like a pancake
All that mid, all that mid give a head ache
Movin' thrax, movin' packs through the midway
I don't f*ck with them n*ggas cuz they lean fake

{Verse 2: Duwap Kaine}
There go Sito, shootin' up the coupe
Candy shootin' out the roof
And I got the tool
Pourin' the lean in the big blue
To myself I stay true
Sippin' on lean I ain't got no flu
n*ggas they now what I do
And n*ggas they hate what I do
n*gga ain't got no excuse
Free GoCar that's a loose screw
Guarantee he gonn' shoot
Young n*gga got all the fame
So I'm just kickin' the game
These n*ggas the same
All of these n*ggas gonn' change
Represent my name
I just might hop out the Range
I just might pop out the Range
All of these n*ggas is strange
All of the n*ggas is strangers
Hop out the trunk with the banger
Turn that n*gga to a singer
One night is gonna change her
I, hop out the cut
These, n*ggas be sus, as f*ck
I don't f*ck with them
Pull up Bentley truck
I flex like a gym
Smokin' dope, it don't got no stem
Young n*gga, big car, big rims
Yeah I been did this trap sh*t
Put a b*tch on the map quick
Glock came with a cooling kit
I bet you don't know what that is
Ride around with that mac and sh*t
Candy, yeah he got a f*ckin' stick
[Outro: Duwap Kaine]
Pull up, yeah I'm the sh*t
Pull up, yeah I'm the sh*t
Pull up, yeah I'm the sh*t
Pull up, yeah I'm the sh*t