Billy Cook - Kandy Blue Lyrics

(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]