Noah Beezy - Krazie Kandie Lyrics

Man, you know had to
Come f*ck with my homie SNOW

Whipping up that dope
I don't know what to call it
Swear them junkies call it "Krazie Kandie"
I don't know what to call it
Get that crackhead out my face, though
I don't know what to call it
Flip that dope, I'm bout my peso
Got that "whatcha call it"
Whipping up that dope
I don't know what to call it
Swear them junkies call it "Krazie Kandie"
I don't know what to call it
Get that crackhead out my face, though
I don't know what to call it
Flip that dope, I'm bout my peso
Got that "whatcha call it"

Pills are Adderall
I'll ride my Tesla, Autopilot
Man, the beat was made by SNOW
And I keep my money piling
Flip that dope, I'm bout my peso
Man, I don't know what to call it
My boy SNOW he got that bass dope
Man, I think I'm think I'm hooked on phonics
I'm on Snapchat taking pictures
Somewhere posted in the tropics
On that jet ski with a hottie
Man, I know they wanna stop it
All that sterling silver blinging on me
I know they wanna rob me
I just bought a brand new Gen5 Glock 19
And imma pop it
Boy, don't make me pop it
Glock gone get to moppin'
Brand new Glock with 30 shots
Leave your body dropped
Man down (Man down)
Man down (Man down)
Beezy got them pounds
Now that's the word around the town
Beezy got them pounds
Now that's the word around town
It's the psychotropic tripper
Known for letting that gun sound
Sending goons, they gone pounce
On that Molly, imma bounce
If you never seen ten pounds of dope
You can't come around

Whipping up that dope
I don't know what to call it
Swear them junkies call it "Krazie Kandie"
I don't know what to call it
Get that crackhead out my face, though
I don't know what to call it
Flip that dope, I'm bout my peso
Got that "whatcha call it"
Whipping up that dope
I don't know what to call it
Swear them junkies call it "Krazie Kandie"
I don't know what to call it
Get that crackhead out my face, though
I don't know what to call it
Flip that dope, I'm bout my peso
Got that "whatcha call it"

I'm baldhead, no toupee
My bitch caramel soufflé
That new watch like 50k
Them Feds mad that they too late
Now my feet up, eating shrimp and steak
I can't forget that broccoli, dawg
Tell them f*ckboys, "get a plate"
When my tape drops
You can save the date
Two watches and two chains
Got diamonds on my boo thang
That grill in mouth, no "too fake"
I don't eat Ruby Tuesdays
Bike rider, no Mulsanne
Pro Tools on a Tuesday
"No Friends", that's what you say
I don't need friends, they're too lame