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luis matias Martínez
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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
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