S.L.A.B. - Kandy Blue lyrics

[Hook - 2x] 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 a** 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 - 2x] [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 n***as 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] n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as wish you could huh [Hook - 2x] [Pimp Skinny] Hit the block when I'm pulling out, beating your back riding by your house I'ma hit the top if your b**h 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 sh** [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 - 2x]