Candy - Little Brother

Well we the real Trill, playas postin up in the corner

Sippin and blowin on purple, gettin lit like we wanna

My persona is O.G., my aura is green

And I’m known for comin down on them blaze, sippin lean

So fresh and clean, I’m draped up and dripped out

Every time I hit the scene, they say, «Bun, you done tripped out»

If I ain’t got nothin new, I ain’t comin outside

That goes for clothes and rolls, shoes, jewels, and rides

I done try to be low-key, and change up my handy

But if I don’t show off my dough, how dey gon' know that I have it?

I’m too used to the flossin, I’m too used to the shine

And I gotsta to relive this tread as hard as I like to grind

So right now is the time, and right here is the place

We gon' pop up the bottle until we po' off the taste

Everybody showin +love+, and we know where they +tainted+

So throw your hand up in the air if yo' car’s candy-painted, c’mon!

They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin

They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'

And they say it’s like can-dy

(and what they sayin, s-sayin)

It’s like can-dy

Aiyyo, I met this new girl (wha?) wit big juicy lips (wha?!)

And nice round hips, I mean her body is a safe space

And niggas that hate Tay say her body’s a trip

Aiyyo, it’s more than a trip faaam, her body’s a vacay

And we 'bout to make way, and step out on the town

To do it the way we do it and such

Had a couple kids so we cain’t, do it as much

But when we do it, we do it like they do it in church (c'mon)

Made 'em scream Hallelujah for it, for on a night like this

It seems my double-breasted ain’t suited for it (tell 'em)

So I’mma hit 'em wit hard bottoms, slacks and button-downs

Initials in the cup links, the boy don’t fuck around

The game is in trouble now, cause we on dancefloor

Doin the two-step and people starts to applaud

For Mr., and Mrs. Tiggalo they Dancin With the Stars

Dead broke, but tonight we party like we million-arrs, yes Lawd!

Aiyyo, peep game, this is real rap

A la' niggas wanna see where my skillz at

A la' hoes wanna know where the bills at

I’m like, «Mami, beat the streets,» she don’t feel that

Ralph Lauren, ?Ill Skin?, yeah I’m all that

I’m laid-back in the Lex and it’s all-black

«Cool nigga over there» is what you call that

Matter a-fact, I do it like it’s goin outta style

Karat profile, two dimples when I smile

?Don't chaff?, feel the air when I pass all the while

Hoes keep eyein me down, yet they eyein me now

Me and Trey tryin ten for town

Gettin down wit my 1−2, and this how we do

I came to shut the party down, it’s official

And every night like New Year’s Eve

I go hard like you wouldn’t believe, I’m dat DUDE!

Yes, Little Brother, Bun.

B collaboration

Pimp C. welcome home, yo thanks for the love man, it’s all good

Shout out to all my niggas out in Texas

Out in Houston, I’m talkin 'bout The Foundation

I’m talkin 'bout Cosmos

My nigga Frank, whaddup?

My nigga O. Cliff, whaddup?