When I'm in all-black, I'm toting that, uh, I feel like Michael Myers
When I got hand up on the Glock, it's gripped just like some pliers
I'm the source, ain't get it from me, who said it A f*cking liar
Tap his chin, quagmire, spin with heat, hot like a dryer
Different flavors, big nugs of the Za, I'm smoking Captain Crunch
You know it's a yawk on Hawk, I'm gone send a bullet, you try and send a punch
Call me Bob, cause I'ma build her, I am not a sponge
I like to speed, if you shoot up this car, you better get it done
New gen shorties going to school with box, and I ain't talking lunch
When I was a shorty, I was going to school with faaa, they got it pack-a-punch
We been packed up in that crib just like the Brady Bunch
And I don't need nobody, cause bitch like Jackie, I pull my own stunts
Time is ticking, it's always rush hour, the Chris Vect, I'ma Tucker
One thing about me, I can't be around no stupid motherf*cker
Two-tone Glock, nigga, titanium, I'll beat the cranium
I want that hollow tip to enter his dome, hell nah, I ain't tryin' to graze him
Ade, Due Damballa, Valenchella Santeria, Oya Shungo
Yenya macumba, give me the power
I beg of you, snatch his f*cking soul
When I'm in all-black, I'm toting that uh, I feel like Leather face
If I do some of this shit going on in my mind, they'll really investigate it
Some niggas deserve to die, nigga, f*ck a case
Bullet so big, if it hit his top, can't tell who by the face
It's all animals, it's like the State Farm, but we don't f*ck with Jakes
Scrape the snakes up out your grass with the f*cking rake
That money play hard to get, but that's my f*cking bae
I got a Glock, that's a heavy hitter, tackle shit like Ray
Jokic' in the paint, hawk him down, tap that brain
Anytime I got a theory, my shit big, bang
I don't want no nigga to fear me, I stay in my lane
But it ain't shit to switch straight to a demon from a f*cking saint
I feel like I can do anything, got popped for saying I can't
If I get a lo, knock on that door, happy Halloween, face em
You know I'm gone swing my sword
I ain't Jason, I'm the Candyman, you keep playin' around with my name
I pop out, I ain't playin, I ain't playin, nigga
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When I'm in all-black, I'm toting that, uh, I feel like Michael Myers
When I got hand up on the Glock, it's gripped just like some pliers
I'm the source, ain't get it from me, who said it A f*cking liar
Tap his chin, quagmire, spin with heat, hot like a dryer
Different flavors, big nugs of the Za, I'm smoking Captain Crunch
You know it's a yawk on Hawk, I'm gone send a bullet, you try and send a punch
Call me Bob, cause I'ma build her, I am not a sponge
I like to speed, if you shoot up this car, you better get it done
New gen shorties going to school with box, and I ain't talking lunch
When I was a shorty, I was going to school with faaa, they got it pack-a-punch
We been packed up in that crib just like the Brady Bunch
And I don't need nobody, cause bitch like Jackie, I pull my own stunts
Time is ticking, it's always rush hour, the Chris Vect, I'ma Tucker
One thing about me, I can't be around no stupid motherf*cker
Two-tone Glock, nigga, titanium, I'll beat the cranium
I want that hollow tip to enter his dome, hell nah, I ain't tryin' to graze him
Ade, Due Damballa, Valenchella Santeria, Oya Shungo
Yenya macumba, give me the power
I beg of you, snatch his f*cking soul
When I'm in all-black, I'm toting that uh, I feel like Leather face
If I do some of this shit going on in my mind, they'll really investigate it
Some niggas deserve to die, nigga, f*ck a case
Bullet so big, if it hit his top, can't tell who by the face
It's all animals, it's like the State Farm, but we don't f*ck with Jakes
Scrape the snakes up out your grass with the f*cking rake
That money play hard to get, but that's my f*cking bae
I got a Glock, that's a heavy hitter, tackle shit like Ray
Jokic' in the paint, hawk him down, tap that brain
Anytime I got a theory, my shit big, bang
I don't want no nigga to fear me, I stay in my lane
But it ain't shit to switch straight to a demon from a f*cking saint
I feel like I can do anything, got popped for saying I can't
If I get a lo, knock on that door, happy Halloween, face em
You know I'm gone swing my sword
I ain't Jason, I'm the Candyman, you keep playin' around with my name
I pop out, I ain't playin, I ain't playin, nigga
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When I got hand up on the Glock, it's gripped just like some pliers
I'm the source, ain't get it from me, who said it A f*cking liar
Tap his chin, quagmire, spin with heat, hot like a dryer
Different flavors, big nugs of the Za, I'm smoking Captain Crunch
You know it's a yawk on Hawk, I'm gone send a bullet, you try and send a punch
Call me Bob, cause I'ma build her, I am not a sponge
I like to speed, if you shoot up this car, you better get it done
New gen shorties going to school with box, and I ain't talking lunch
When I was a shorty, I was going to school with faaa, they got it pack-a-punch
We been packed up in that crib just like the Brady Bunch
And I don't need nobody, cause bitch like Jackie, I pull my own stunts
Time is ticking, it's always rush hour, the Chris Vect, I'ma Tucker
One thing about me, I can't be around no stupid motherf*cker
Two-tone Glock, nigga, titanium, I'll beat the cranium
I want that hollow tip to enter his dome, hell nah, I ain't tryin' to graze him
Ade, Due Damballa, Valenchella Santeria, Oya Shungo
Yenya macumba, give me the power
I beg of you, snatch his f*cking soul
When I'm in all-black, I'm toting that uh, I feel like Leather face
If I do some of this shit going on in my mind, they'll really investigate it
Some niggas deserve to die, nigga, f*ck a case
Bullet so big, if it hit his top, can't tell who by the face
It's all animals, it's like the State Farm, but we don't f*ck with Jakes
Scrape the snakes up out your grass with the f*cking rake
That money play hard to get, but that's my f*cking bae
I got a Glock, that's a heavy hitter, tackle shit like Ray
Jokic' in the paint, hawk him down, tap that brain
Anytime I got a theory, my shit big, bang
I don't want no nigga to fear me, I stay in my lane
But it ain't shit to switch straight to a demon from a f*cking saint
I feel like I can do anything, got popped for saying I can't
If I get a lo, knock on that door, happy Halloween, face em
You know I'm gone swing my sword
I ain't Jason, I'm the Candyman, you keep playin' around with my name
I pop out, I ain't playin, I ain't playin, nigga
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Writer: Terrence Arnold
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