Billy Cook

Billy Cook - Kandy Blue lyrics

rate me

(feat. S.L.A.B.)

[Hook x2:]

Oooh, you can catch me in the candy blue

Top down, and I'm banging Screw

Screens steady falling, 20 inches crawling

Boppers still calling, tell me what you wanna do

[Lil' B:]

Hit the block top down, chrome spin while the grill shine

I'm candy blue thought you knew, trunk popped up saying peek-a-boo

Take a look at you peeping B, 12's kicking ass like Bruce Lee

Maybe Jet Li doing kung-fu, if I think you jacking better run fool

What I'm gon do is hog the scene, cause hoes know my hog is clean

It was all a dream to be stacking green, now I'm shining trying to have finer things

Now they calling me bopping hoes, just because I'm on stop-and-go's

Clocking do' rocking shows, still dripping candy blue out my do's

[Jay'Ton:]

Southwest what I'ma represent, when I'm sitting low behind five percent

In a fo' do' Crentley slow, see the drop I'll take your hoe

Just like that I'ma beat the back, off the Lac till the frame crack

It's Jay'Ton Trae in the back, with a black Mack that'll make you scat

22's blocking off the lane, with Lil' Boss repping Hoover gang

We Slow Loud can't forget the Bang, I'm 17 in the game mayn

Candy blue popped out the roof, plenty diamonds all on my tooth

Buy the mall cause I got the loot, representing for the DJ Screw

[Hook x2]

[Billy Cook:]

I'ma stay on my note, and I'm stay on my grind

I'ma grip grain, bang Screw all the time

I'm known for spitting game, and riding reckless on the freeway

Slow Loud And Bangin', I'm gon rep the G way

Billy Cook Superstar, and you niggaz know the name

Catch me rolling with my click, and banging in a wide frame

Crawling so slow, screens on glow

Body rocking a slab, in a blue fo' do'

[Trae:]

Niggaz hating I'ma sit and chill, gangsta lean when I glide the wheel

I'ma run the block like I run the field, Impala no more houpe DeVille

Maybe SUV, representing for the S.U.C

R.I.P. to Fat P-A-T, tell the law to let Z-Ro free stop it G

Nigga never, you see me you'll see the leather

Never broke cause I'm getting cheddar, my paint wetter than the rainy weather

When the sun beaming I'm looking good, representing for the Southern hoods

When the top drop it's understood I wreck, you niggaz wish you could huh

[Hook x2]

[Pimp Skinny:]

Hit the block when I'm pulling out, beating your back riding by your house

I'ma hit the top if your bitch bop, I'ma beat the cot like a Tyson shot

That's a body blow just letting you know, been pimping since '74

That's the way it go squatting low, pop the trunks then let it go

Some call me Skinny call me Pimp, three wheeling slab catch a limp

Then I snatch a hoe when I slam the do', 24's and low pro's

Friends or foes gotta watch em, try to jack I gotta glock em

That's the way it is I'll split your wig, with the candy blue all across my shit

[Boss:]

Stacking cash when I'm in the street, starched down strapped to my feet

Never leave the house without the heat, pulling up to let the trunk beat

Coupe DeVille with the bumper grill, Southsi' for li' with a wooden wheel

You don't want the drama it's best to chill, po'd up a pint and took off the seal

I'm playa mayn, never catch me up in the turning lane

While you all standing be burning mayn, looking at all the money we earning mayn

Fondren and Main I'm swerving lanes, BJ steady perving in a 'burbon mayn

Throwback Julius Erving mayn, pulling up in all of the finer thangs

[Hook x2]

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