KANDY

I don't give a fuck about you
I'm riding 'round, pockets all blue
With the nina, I don't even see a fool
Ask the girl if she want Louis V or Jimmy Choo
No this ain't nun new
No this ain't nun new
I hop out with my folks
I hop out with poles
I make sure that bitch is alright when she see
Got a hunnid bands in Comme Des Garçons on my hip
Pick her up then I drop her off but this not Lyft
I got women they coming in just for a deal
Yeah, for real (For real)
Yeah, for real (For real)
Yeah, for real (Yeah, for real)
Yeah, for real (Yeah, for real)
I got a big ass gun with the steel
I got a big baby mama she a MILF
I remember I was just trapping for a mill
And I run it up, now I spend another mill
And I run it up, now I spend another mill (For real)
And I run it up, now I spend another mill (For real)
And I run it up, now I spend another mill (For real, for real)
And I run it up, now I spend another mill
'Cause you taste like candy
We done went and bought matching bags
'Cause you taste like candy
Hope you really don't pull a stop
She just like a Grammy
I dig in her panties
Put you in a casket
[?] like Randy
I just want the [?]
I just want the benji's
Iced out, perfect time, Chrome Heart is on the lenses
'Cause you taste like candy
Candy, candy
'Cause you taste like candy
Candy
'Cause you taste like candy