Cotton Candy

Bull, bull, bull like a matador

Quick to dead the bull like a matador

Bull, bull, bull like a matador

Quick to dead the bull like a matador

Lil Rae be some other shit, I told him lock in 'fore I tweak

I hope y'all hoes don't get the big head, 'cause he know he ain't leavin' me

Slim shit, my face a ten, man, y'all lil' hoes ain't seein' me

I don't even do this rap shit, but I walk on any beat (Uh, damn, damn, damn)

I ain't keeping this shit P (Goddamn)

I hope y'all hoes don't think shit sweet (Damn, damn, damn)

Bitch, drop your dot, I ain't tryna talk, bitch, we can meet (We gon' pull up)

I call Diablo, bet he come hop out on feet

I come through trippin' with that fully stick, gon' tear down every street

.45 ACPs and .223s, they gon' rip through a meat

In the, in the mood to die, drop the dot, boy, we can meet

These **** really wanna be me, know everybody out here P

Got fifty thousand in all pinks and blues, right pocket cotton candy

These Rick Owens, not them other shoes, won't catch me rockin' Lanvins

OD geeked inside this bitch, I put a Perc' inside my salad

And I take that back, I want a Beyoncé, I don't want no Famous Sally

What the fuck?

The fuck? Huh

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

The fuck you talkin' 'bout, ****? Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Goddamn

I don't know why this **** think that he can keep on playin' with me

Like he ain't the one that's tappin' out, like I don't be puttin' that boy to sleep

The new score four and 0, y'all lil' hoes done, man, that's a sweep

I hit that ho with a one-two, I'm knockin' shit out like I'm Creed

Out the way, please pardon me, these red bottoms, Cardi B

They say I always got an attitude, I guess I'm hard to keep

These lil' hoes copy everything I'm doin', shawty stalkin' me

And if it ain't about the pape', then why the hell you talkin' to me? (Doon-doon-doon)

Man, tell them folks to free L5

I heard he got hit in his head, man, how the hell he still alive?

You keep on screamin' Wicked West, I never seen you on this side

When I'm hittin' lil' Miya from the back, I can't lie, I'ma make her tired (I can't lie, I'm gon' get tired)

Sign to me, you'll get a dub

I walk in the building, all the hoes on me, tryna give me hugs

Back back, ho, you know you a slut, I put my thumb in lil' Miya butt

She keep on tellin' me to stop, I'm diggin' deep inside her guts and that's on God (That's on God)

YCOE

We the biggest in this shit

All I see is red

A **** play, gon' leave him

Goddamn

Damn, damn, damn

Goddamn

I'm geeked up, I'm geeked up