More songs by Shoreline Mafia
Description
Masterer, Mixer, Recorded By: Chris “Terrificc” Terry
Producer: Diego Ave
Programmer: Diego Ave
Vocals: PayGotti
Vocals: Shoreline Mafia
Writer: Deandre Wheelwright
Writer: Alejandro Carranza
Writer: Fenix Rypinski
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ay, ay, ay, ay.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh. Huh, huh, huh, yeah. Say KR hear me though? Yeah.
Dago! If he could then he would, but he can't, so he ain't.
Yeah, it's candy in my cup, in my whip, candy paint. I'm the cane man, niggas got blocks of candy cane.
I ain't never seen my opps when I step, stop the bank.
Twin fresh out, walk around with a shank, and I got two Glocks, fuck around, you getting spanked.
You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame, and your bitch want me 'cause you niggas so lame. It's a switch on this Glock, but I never switch gangs.
This a O on my face, and I'm loyal to the brain. For the two on my wrist, ninety-three propane.
I was born in ninety-three, product of the dope game, and my product so good, it reflect on my name, and my bitch listen good 'cause it reflect on my gang.
Three hundred dollar steak, but I came from Section Eight.
Turn around, look around, you can tell I'm doing great. All I do is get paid, fuck hoes, move weight.
Every day a new city, every week a new state. Good pills, good coke on a nigga resume.
Pull the chopper out, then let it sing like Ella Mai.
If he could then he would, but he can't, so he ain't. Yeah, it's candy in my cup, in my whip, candy paint.
I'm the cane man, niggas got blocks of candy cane.
I ain't never seen my opps when I step, stop the bank.
Ay, twin fresh out, walk around with a shank, and I got two Glocks, fuck around, you getting spanked.
You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame, and your bitch want me 'cause you niggas so lame.
Ay, ay, ay. Fucking handgun, it's Mr. Walker with a Drac'.
Niggas out to get me, so I keep it on my waist. Duck behind the tint, I'm in some shit from outer space.
Hey, Jeezy, hit the Mexicans, tell they ass I need a crate.
If you don't got a skit, then I don't wanna hear you speak.
Just know that nigga lying, say he did some shit to me. No phones up in the load, this Operation Catch a B.
If you don't spot your man, then park the whip and get on feet.
The shit you niggas do, bitch, I done did it in a month.
Don't ask me what I'm smoking, bitch, it's Richie in my blunt. You only bang your hood up in the pictures, niggas bunt.
Don't pull up late at night, 'cause niggas dying for them stunts.
Got it off the muscle, can't nobody tell me no. These niggas don't be really fighting demons, they just broke.
Can't sit with empty pockets, I'ma go and kick a door.
Don't you walk up with aggression in your eyes, 'cause I'ma blow.
If he could then he would, but he can't, so he ain't.
Yeah, it's candy in my cup, in my whip, candy paint. I'm the cane man, niggas got blocks of candy cane.
I ain't never seen my opps when I step, stop the bank.
Ay, twin fresh out, walk around with a shank, and I got two Glocks, fuck around, you getting spanked.
You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame, and your bitch want me 'cause you niggas -so lame.
-How the fuck you saying smoke if you ain't smoked a nigga? I guess you joking, nigga. Where your pipe?
Where your pole at? Playing crazy with a weapon on you, huh, I guess you stupid, nigga?
On my mama, you get towed back, baby Drac' in a tote bag, huh.
Pull it out and watch them niggas go fast.
I be hooping, I drop Curry on 'em, and I'ma take it to the rim every time, it's like I'm Shaq. Let's go! Spin they block and double back again, nigga.
Up the score up on them bitches, make sure everybody wack, nigga.
That nigga, he a top hat, we got that. Confirm kills, we on a mission, fuck you mean, do we pop back?
'Cause we shoot first, it's not an option.
If you kicking in the circles, mandated you do dirt. How you telling me to slide when you ain't slid yet?
That's hilarious. Claim he in the field, that's some shit that he ain't did yet.
We on a mission, eighty K up on my neck.
Still the first one hopping out, leave a nigga stretched. It's a man down, man down, man down!
Yeah, he thought the shoot was sweet, now he leaking on the ground, nigga.
If he could then he would, but he can't, so he ain't.
Yeah, it's candy in my cup, in my whip, candy paint. I'm the cane man, niggas got blocks of candy cane.
I ain't never seen my opps when I step, stop the bank.
Ay, twin fresh out, walk around with a shank, and I got two Glocks, fuck around, you getting spanked.
You don't really want smoke, bitch niggas want fame, and your bitch want me 'cause you niggas so lame.