Candler 2 West End

(专辑： CF0 (Came From Zero) - 2017)

[Lil Quill:]
Yeah we six, but no we not Texas
Popping tags, you know we not stressing
Hit the gas, but no I'm not flexing
Car going fast, I hope I don't wreck it
Get the racks, but that ain't my checks
If you not bad you can't come in this section
Got so many bands, they tryna impress me
Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus
Get to kicking shit just like we Tekken
Now we can't kick it, I just want the Becky
I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings
Then I started filming it, yeah I'm messy
Yeah I'm dripping, I'm the freshest
[?] the lil jit like he precious
And I'm having this shit, I'm not begging
Money stretched out down from Candler to West End

[Lil Baby:]
I made the money stretch from the West End to the East Side
They know what I'm banging, I'm crip dawg
Got some bloods hanging at the beehive
That big shit ain't nothing, I'm ready lil nigga
We tryna bury a nigga
I put the dick in the stick, made a porno
Tiger don't miss with the shot, he like Rondo
We tryna go in your shit, it's a kick door
Don't need no maga bitch I want a rich ho
Throwing forwards but I'm running with 1'5
Nigga try the gang, everyone die
Got the money so forever we ball
Glizzys with the dick, we fuck 'em all
I'm in the 6, I be fucking with Mal
He get the word and he knock 'em off

[Lil Quill:]
Yeah we six, but no we not Texas
Popping tags, you know we not stressing
Hit the gas, but no I'm not flexing
Car going fast, I hope I don't wreck it
Get the racks, but that ain't my checks
If you not bad you can't come in this section
Got so many bands, they tryna impress me
Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus
Get to kicking shit just like we Tekken
Now we can't kick it, I just want the Becky
I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings
Then I started filming it, yeah I'm messy
Yeah I'm dripping, I'm the freshest
[?] the lil jit like he precious
And I'm having this shit, I'm not begging
Money stretched out down from Candler to West End

[Yung Mal:]
Money stretched out down from Candler to West End
I can't go back and forth lil bitch, I want that Becky
I did a show, they just paid me a nifty
Had it wrapped right tight, it was nothing but blue hundreds
I take a charge for my dawgs, I'm like Vicky
She the pressed Chromeharts 'cause my bitch is too picky
Keep one in the hand 'cause these niggas play tricky
Keep Four Pockets Full like I come from Oakland City
Yeah we flexing, no we not stressing
Bitch was tripping, she started making some blessings
Popping tags, I just went to Jeffries
My diamonds dance 'cause I went to Fezzy
Get the head, fuck on your lil sister
Bend her over, you know I don't kiss her
Pull her hair while I grab on my pistol
First I get the racks then I put it in checking

[Lil Quill:]
Yeah we six, but no we not Texas
Popping tags, you know we not stressing
Hit the gas, but no I'm not flexing
Car going fast, I hope I don't wreck it
Get the racks, but that ain't my checks
If you not bad you can't come in this section
Got so many bands, they tryna impress me
Got two hundred bands in the trunk of the Lexus
Get to kicking shit just like we Tekken
Now we can't kick it, I just want the Becky
I stuck my dick in her face and her leggings
Then I started filming it, yeah I'm messy
Yeah I'm dripping, I'm the freshest
[?] the lil jit like he precious
And I'm having this shit, I'm not begging
Money stretched out down from Candler to West End