Tucker - Hella Candles Lyrics

I got hella candles underneath the table nigga
With my bros and we chillen at the stable nigga
Like some horses nigga
Hop in porches nigga
Getting money now we on the f*ckin Forbes list nigga
Getting cash I think I hit the limit
Wait no I didn't
I gotta get the whip you know I whip it
And then I flip it
I get it
I'm in this shit like Dusty Divot
Why you bitchin
I'm in the kitchen
And
My wrist is doing the spinning motion
I got that bitch wet just like the ocean
Sippin potion
That make me floatin
Too much Chick-fil-A got me bloatin
Pistols totin
What you doing, with that ass?
Cut the grass
I said
What you doing, with that ass?
Cut the grass
I said
What you doing, with that ass?
Cut the grass
I said
What you doing, with that ass?
Cut the grass
I said
What you doing, with that ass?
Cut the grass
I said
What you doing, with that ass?
Cut the grass
I said
What you doing, with that ass?
Cut the grass