Cotton Candy

Woo
Little nine
This is fucking crazy...

Johnny made this fucking beat
Johnny... johnny...
Run it up
Haha

I got snow on my neck
All the halls are on deck
Put it up a chet...

Got no time for the b.s.
We camouflage
They don't see us

I got the right piece
I see you see what I icy

Took two lovers
Got my brother's
I'm not bother
Fucked another
And her mother

You're still with her sister
Upgrade little man
Me I got my band
Trying to get these bands
Is you trying to dance
Prance around and catch these hands
You and your fucking man's
Is you planning to attack

Tikkity-tack
Rikkity-rack
Spilling beans behind her back

Never snitched
Actually spilled some beans, jelly beans

Whatcha mean
Smoking greens in my sleep
Don't know me
You don't fucking know me
Homie is you real
Or is you a fucking phony

She's got no panties
'Cause she's always fucking horny
Woadie in the morning
Shorty says she's got a story

Sorry butt, I got her roaring in the shower
Woah yuh aye
I finished more than an hour

Sent her home with some flowers
Her ex was a fucking coward
Defeated him like bowser

Wowzers, she just made a mess in her fucking trousers yuh! (Ew) (Yummy!)

Yo, yo, aye
Sweet like cotton candy
Cookies from your granny

Pull up, on your panties
Beat it up upon her fanny

Not a vigilante
And ah, bitch i can't be

But bitch I can't be
Sweet like cotton candy
Yuh

Yuh
Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy,

That bitch wants a handy, randy, man who is dandy
"I cannot promise her anything but alot of Xanny's"

Your girl says my presence
Is very uncanny
Once I pull with the candy

Your bitch turns nasty
Got these hoes lined up looking like a rally

Got that shit that makes sure you feel shimmy-shammy

Bitch can't even know walk
She can't even talk

I'm so slump
Aye Like ski got what? Or?

Trying to walk
Yuh aye
Pistol untucked
Pistol untucked
Litter him up

I care fucking less, what you think?
Down there, there's a fucking mess and its pink

Yeah and I got my band
Trying to go to France
With me and my fuckin' friends
Got to go to get a Benz
Got to get that fucking lens
Got to get my

Sniffle down on gang
Got that bullet to your brain
Got mo' money in the bank
Got him in the range
Guess she wants a fucking taste
Sticky-icky filthy face

Westside yeah
What you sayin'?
Purple, red, pink, and blue
What is it to you?

Feathers on my face filling up my sweet tooth (Yummy)
Feathers on my face filling up my sweet tooth (Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy)
Feathers on my fucking face filling up my sweet tooth (Yummy, yummy)

Sweet like cotton candy
Cookies from your granny

Pull up, on her panties
Beat it up upon her fanny

Not a vigilante
But bitch I can't be

'Cause bitch I can't be
Sweet like cotton candy
Yuh

Yummy yummy aye
Yummy aye

Fuck...