*Mom! Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence.*

[Intro]

Candyman, candyman, Ay (Grah grah)
Ay Candyman, hella bandz, ay (Yuh, yuh, yuh yuh,)
Candyman candyman (Ay)
(Free GlokkNine)


[CandyMan, Verse 1]

I be chasing all this paper, Like I gotta point to prove
Run up wit me yuh we jiggy, yuh we put em on the news
I be chasing all this money, tryna chase that dividends
Selling all these drugs, yuh im the fucking CandyMan

Im tryna spin round im hot, with a 45 Glock
If the pipe don't buss, time to leave a n***a rocked
Ay Candymans the name so if you diss, you getting popped
Ay Rob a n***a kicks, you could say that n***a socked, Ay

[CandyMan, Hook]

Pay a qualified hitta, he know how to do his job
If im feeling evil, spot a opp then its time to rob
If im feeling more evil, then * * * *
Loot that n***a corpse, take his chain and take his watch
[CandyMan, Verse 2]

Ay I came up nah, i wasn’t snatching chains nah
N***as tried me ay, jus buss don’t hesitate yuh
N***a shining, buss him down and take his chain yuh
Ain’t snatching shit ay just spilling n***as brains yuh

Couple bitches, and they hopping in the big benz
We bending corners strapped wit AKs like sum talibans
We in the club, yuh im throwing all da franklins
Throwing hunnids making bitches do the money dance


[Cutthroatlouie, Verse 3]

They like "He stay sayin jiggy, what do jiggy mean?"
Nine times out of ten you get jiggy off a bean
But we sitchy, we stay jiggy, shit, that's what sitchy mean
Ridin' wraiths in LA, shit that's the sitchy dream
And when we get through, we ain't gon know what to do
We on sunset boulevard, we ain't gotta tote that tool
But we got it anyways, cause n***as love to act a fool
Say he gotta point to prove so we put him on the news
I been in my bag, I can't even talk
Me, chase a bitch? Man, I can't even walk
My opps is broke so they hide under the sink to get the sauce
Kick 'em down, do you wanna lose your life or take a loss?

[GlokkNine, Verse 4]

I don't need no help, bitch I got it by myself
Drive-by hit the trunk, left him skunked, that boy was slumped
Michael Jordan, Glock 23, forty-piece, ayy
You can cuff the bop but that bitch still gon' run the team

You want a forty load, lil boy come shop with YJB
You really not the plug, lil boy you just the refugee
I'm just tryna make it, get that skrilla, feed the team
Ran off on the plug, buck the jack, I'm pullin' schemes, yeah