[Intro]
Child boy, grow up n***a
(Yeah, Aye, Aye, Aye, Yeah, Aye)

[Verse 1: Duwap Kaine]
CandyPaint up in the cut
Got this K up on me shootin' shit up
N***a I want you to pull up (up)
N***a I want you to pull up
Lean in my fuckin' double cup
With your bitch, told that lil' bitch to pour me up
Can't believe in luck
'Cuz I keep it tucked
Ridin' round in that fuckin' Bimmer truck
Smokin' on gas I'm geeked up
Smokin' on gas I'm tree'd up
N***as mad 'cuz they wanna be us
When I'm back in the A I'm on the bluff
Smokin' gas, and you smokin' dust
Off the Wock, and you sippin' 'Tuss
Gold chains and your shit gonn' rust
Foreign cars and you ride the bus
Big guns, no I cannot fuss
Can't love a bitch, it's just lust
Can't trust a bitch, got no trust
With this 45 it gonn' bust
Big guns no fuckin' discussion
And you know a n***a bustin'
And you know a n***a bustin'
[Verse 2: LilCandyPaint]
And you know a n***a bustin'
And you know a n***a bustin'
Got the choppa and the 30 get to thumpin'
Smokin' dope I pass the dope to my cousin
N***as bite my swag, they bite it like a muffin
Never gave a fuck, dropped out of school
Drop top n***a, shootin' out the roof
Two pistols, n***a, one of them my boo's
I'm a demon, scary sight I shoot at you
With lil' Duwap in the cut, he shootin' shit up
Flexin' with them Rollies, n***a put your wrist up
See my brothers in the cut they got them big pumps
If you run up wrong, n***a, you gonn' get touched
Boom boom bang pow, choppa watch it lay you down
In this Audi coupe, n***a smokin' on this loud
In L.A. now, move it by the fuckin' pound
And this choppa on me, n***a, hold 100 rounds
Lay you flat on your back like a pancake
All that mid, all that mid give a head ache
Movin' thrax, movin' packs through the midway
I don't fuck with them n***as cuz they lean fake

{Verse 2: Duwap Kaine}
There go Sito, shootin' up the coupe
Candy shootin' out the roof
And I got the tool
Pourin' the lean in the big blue
To myself I stay true
Sippin' on lean I ain't got no flu
N***as they now what I do
And n***as they hate what I do
N***a ain't got no excuse
Free GoCar that's a loose screw
Guarantee he gonn' shoot
Young n***a got all the fame
So I'm just kickin' the game
These n***as the same
All of these n***as gonn' change
Represent my name
I just might hop out the Range
I just might pop out the Range
All of these n***as is strange
All of the n***as is strangers
Hop out the trunk with the banger
Turn that n***a to a singer
One night is gonna change her
I, hop out the cut
These, n***as be sus, as fuck
I don't fuck with them
Pull up Bentley truck
I flex like a gym
Smokin' dope, it don't got no stem
Young n***a, big car, big rims
Yeah I been did this trap shit
Put a bitch on the map quick
Glock came with a cooling kit
I bet you don't know what that is
Ride around with that mac and shit
Candy, yeah he got a fuckin' stick
[Outro: Duwap Kaine]
Pull up, yeah I'm the shit
Pull up, yeah I'm the shit
Pull up, yeah I'm the shit
Pull up, yeah I'm the shit