(feat. D-Reck, Noke D, Tyte Eyez) 



Ha, ha.. 



[Hook x2: Noke D] 

We ride candy paint, on swanging thangs 

Flossing, through your hood 

We got purple drank, and stick dank 

Living life, like you know we should, ha 



[D-Reck] 

I was feeling pimp-a-licious hustla-ticious, playa-dochas so I wrote this 

You can quote this from the locest, in the lab with nocus pocus 

Staying focused on the mash, get on feet getting your cash 

Tummy growling touch my back, palms itching like a rash 

I do the thang how I want, spit the game make my point 

Sprinkle her brain now it's on, we gon roll from dusk till dawn 

I'm teaching her she teaching me, I'm touching her she touching me 

She hugging me she rubbing me, she struggle with me she loving me 

She hustle with me tussle with me, on me partna thugging with me 

Down ass dame with similar brain, boys get to the game 

I pimp it like I eat it, I touched it and delete it 

Complete it and repeat it, if I don't need it then I leave it 

If you down or you ain't, if you not then you can't 

Get no bank no dank, no X or no drank 

Get inside if you gon ride, pay attention eyes wide 

You gotta be up on it if you wanna, rest that ass on buck hide 



[Hook x2] 



[Tyte Eyez] 

Sipping drank, with that sticky dank 

Sitting low to the road, in a candy red tank 

Chilling with a hundred thee, in the bank 

We steal the flo', my team won't sink 

Please don't blink, cause you might miss me 

Cause I'm moving through the hood, quite quickly 

In a big drop top, white V 

Sitting low to the street, on 23's 

It's Tyte Eezie please believe me, I'ma have a dime piece breezy 

On her kneezies on that easy, and that coochie gon be greasy 

If she sleazy, I'ma pass that 

I'm from the hood, I don't love no rats 

Use to packing, them slugs and gats 

But now I switched the game, now I'm busting raps 

But don't get it twisted, I'll bust a cap 

Hush lil' nigga, gon take you a nap 

Rush you in the night, and you might just crap 

Crush right bone, and your neck might snap 

On the map, that Dirty 3 

Way down South, you best believe 

We gon have a lot of drank, by the bank 

And a lot of candy paint, and the best of weed 



[Hook x2] 



[Kiotti] 

Maybe in a Corolla Coupe, Houpe with a solo roof 

Or a 0-3, Beeeenz 

It's 3's 84's, Spre's low's mo-mo's 

Or some twinkie, two Lorenz 

As long as it got candy paint, we ain't picky 

As long as it got candy paint, it be sticky 

As long as the paint wet, drippy-drippy 

My pinky make the atmosphere, nippy-nippy 

I may floss, like a dental procedure 

My trunk make the midnight be bright, street light we don't need ya 

I hate that, bad have to leave her 

But now it's top drop on a gold road, next to Jesus 

We make, atheists believe us 

And do the team song, three in action in chrome on low feeters 

Music sound clear, in low speakers 

My world is a block, I wanna teach you like a preacher 

Why you peeing me, R.I.P. F-A-T P-A-T baby 



[Hook x2]