Candyland

I see a little silhouette of a man Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland I sip on that bitch like its brandy I'm up in her crack like some panties But I'm not the one to go fuck with these hoes so I blow off that bitch like a hanky Now she wanna eat up the candy She poppin' that pussy like Xannies Nah I ain't related to none of these bitches But they keep on calling me daddy See I'm in the back with a baddie Stacking it up in the pantry Packing the fax like a fanny I just made another one, I take the beat and I'm chopping it up like I'm Sandy See I got the pink like a pansy I give her the dick cuz she nasty And I'm in the club and I'm minding my myself but she pulled me up to go dancing But I got a bitch who I love so I these hoes gotta know that they ain't got a chance b And I go from the front to the back like I'm shifting the gears so that they cannot pass me My dick in the face now she can't see Put that bitch in her place cuz she trashy See my bitch an artist, she looking so thick, and she drool on my dick like she Nancy Bitch you know I'm running this shit like I gotta motherfucking Fitbit Why you asking me to click pics of my dick bitch Sucking on my dick tip Said no when she wanted to visit Motion, she just wanted the physics Yeah my flow is so vicious She hear the lyrics then do the mischief Every time I kill shit ye I see a little silhouette of a man Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman She want lollipop I take that bitch to candy land I see a little silhouette of a man Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland Skaramoushe skaramoushe Lil bitch you gonna lose I got that fire when I step in the booth I spit so hard finna knock out ya tooth Imma kill this beat, two times, too high Hit em with a few rhymes, I'm too fly In the industry Do you think that you mean shit to me Lil boy you is a bitch to me Cuz I'm on top of your body like a tombstone Got a new phone, cuz your bitch got a new tone Got a few bones, told my dogs they can chew on Gotta cruise on, on few songs, like I'm Crusoe You should get the news bro Every time I hit the beat I turn into a motherfucking killer, call me dolla dolla biller, when I'm racking up the pillars I'mma kill em with ma lyrical triggers cuz I'm a winner I'm too fast for the mic got my head on a pike cuz I'm dead on the side Wake up in the morning got the bread on my mind Spitting gunshots cuz I got the lead on the mic You don't want beef in the first place Got a patty cake last Thursday Every time I hit the beat I cause a fucking earthquake Throw it back just like a childhood birthday okay ye I need a graveyard for the beats that I kill Finna save y'all when I reach for the mills Call me a priest when I'm spitting these sermons I swear to God they do not teach what I spill I hit a lick no runner Gotta a lil baby no gunna Everybody watching my come up Jump on the beat go busta One, two, three, four Gianni I see a little silhouette of a man Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland I see a little silhouette of a man Twenty on my wrist another twenty on my hand Fixing all these bitches they call me the handyman She want lollipop I take that bitch to Candyland