Lyrics

We finna throw that shit up (He talking 'bout my nickname candyman) When you walk up to the bank Watch the way you move Yeah my shooters get you shanked So don't act a fool Yeah my brother sipping drank Yeah we throw up blues I just cracked the seal Sipping drank I got the flu Is that a broke boy tryna tell me sum? Oh no, you can't try to help me you can't tell me nun We got hella sticks, got plenty clips, got plenty guns We gon' put em on a trip, send em to the sun I got the drac's, I got the switchy on me That boy tryna act so tuff So my brothers they killed his homie 1017 it be on me Feel like Montana, like Tony Pull off in the phantom, the stoley I got your bitch the new fenty Imma stay rocking that Ricky Gotta watch the way I move, only 4 deep Even though we got much money, we still gon' be cheap And you still live with your mommy had her pay the lease Told em 50 for a show, for my bros its free When you walk up to the bank Watch the way you move Yeah my shooters get you shanked So don't act a fool Yeah my brother sipping drank Yeah we throw up blues I just cracked the seal Sipping drank I got the flu Is that a broke boy tryna tell me sum? Oh no, you can't try to help me you can't tell me nun We got hella sticks, got plenty clips, got plenty guns We gon' put em on a trip, send em to the sun
Writer(s): Luis Matias Martínez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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