Letra de Intro - Lil Candy Paint

Coastal run it back bro

Pluto got it knocking, y—

Ran this shit up in some backwoods

I know that we is forever paid

Never made excuses, I made a way

Never give a fuck what executives say, but I listen anyway

Got my checks straight, got my bitch slayed

Got my dogs right, that's the only way

Got the Panamera outside, Nardo Grey

I got more guap than my plays, what can y'all say

I took a lil switch out the coupe

Lil shawty work just like we do

She tryna get high off the boot

I told her let's go to the moon

I said fuck it let's go to the room

She know what that mean

She know what I do

With these ho's I got nothing to prove

Bieber [?] she wet

Squirt, fast as a jet

Went *crr* *prrt* a check

Don't want the legs I want neck

I'm tryna slide in that new Corvette

I'm getting high, finna leave orbit

Why you tryna watch and that's not your bitch

Watch all froze and this bitch don't tip

[?] and they screaming out ten

Watch a ho' not slide in that bitch

Racks packed up just for my kid

Spilled my cup and I'm still in there lit

I don't just want you, I want you and all your friends

No scripted, leave it open just for all my meds

Just turned to my partner 'cause we all go ham

[?] on the body, thanking God it ain't jail (Pluto got it knocking, y—)

Ears two-toned not ice cream

I was on the phone with a lightskin bitch

Just got rich but I like this shit

Rake up lil racks lightning quick

Had to [?] my likeliness

Come get your bitch 'cause she like this dick

Pussy so wet [?]

Pussy so wet and she flyin' in

Don't hit my cup to mix that shit

I was in the event with some Diplo shit

How you cryin' bouta bitch, you a basic lil bitch

Teeth so big, I ain't missing shit

Walk in the bank and I'm adding some money

Blue strip, blue strip, it ain't nothing

No percs but these [?] all stunning

And that Trackhawk doing a hundred

Hellcat my way with the money

Pop perc, perc, perc, I'm a junkie

Said it's up with the gang then run it

We put the smoke on the floor then stomp it

Take a drug test now I'ma flunk it

[?] shooting at the opps, bucket

Throwing racks in the bag, I'm Stephen

Ain't trippin' bout the [?], that's nothing

Brought the window down now I dump him

I love all my brothers, still bustin'

We the ones what shot up the function

Still goin' 'til day of my judgement

Ain't checkin' no test like fuck it

AR [?] like pumpkin

Six hundred just for a night

That candypaint gas pack bussin'

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