C A N D Y by RXKNephew
C A N D Y by RXKNephew

C A N D Y

RXKNephew

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C A N D Y by RXKNephew

Release Date
Sat Jan 30 2021
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RXKNephew

C A N D Y Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh
RXK
RXK, RXK, RXK
RXK
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
Walk in that bitch and I'm throwing the stove
Whip my wrist, it damn near broke
Call the plug, need two of them bitches
My lawyer said I burnt too many bridges
Fuck the DA, he can suck dick
Fuck my last plug, he can suck dick
Nigga know damn well he ain't good in the hood
Change my number, nigga ain't did shit
Chain on my neck, rings on my fingers
Auntie, come here, pass me the hanger
Stimulus came, trap booming
I need rehabilitation from the jeweler
Unc' lip twitch, it taste like Kool-Aid
That bitch taste like chicken shish kebab
White boy strapped the fuck up, Cheddar Bob
They calling my phone for nose candy
Walk in that bitch with nose candy
Lil' bitch gone off the nose candy
Ain't no cakes in this bitch but I'm Little Debbie
Strawberry shortcake like Little Debbie
That bitch taste like spicy, picante
Chain look like I married Beyoncé
Lil'-ass Glock look like Kevin Hart
Mariah Carey 30, break your heart
Old fake-ass nigga tryna get me to buy it
You faker than Nick Cannon drum lining
This Henny and E pill fuck up my lining
I'm throwing up, fucking up my lining
Bitch doing drugs and she tryna hide it
If you hide your drugs then you're not my friend
All my good licks, we friends
Slitherman rob all his friends
Walk in that bitch, look like Busta Rhymes
Step out that bitch, look like Slick Rick
Four gold rings like James Rick
Nappy-ass 'fro, look like Kapernick
Trap house play for the Knicks
Dirty-ass nigga, TeejayX6
Bitch nodding off, look like a lick
Don't complain, you gon' get what you get
I was short and gullible, lick on a zip
Chain look like I hang with Lil' Flip
Chain look like I rap with Rakim
Glock look like I hang with Tom Cruise
Boom, get on the floor, move
Boom, dope so good, light up the room
New Breed Trapper, the [?]
Hold on, bitch, I'm 'bout to go Super Saiyan
Twelve E pills, I'm Superman
Pill pressure, I could press with my hands
Hold the fuck up, Slitherman activated
Murder, death, kill outta nowhere
I wish all my opps in a wheelchair
Beat a bitch with a crowbar, break your leg
Slitherman back from the dead
RXK, RXK, RXK
See the plug go OT back same day
Meet a bitch nigga, wrap his ass up same day
RXK-K-K-K-K-K, RXK
Bitch, you like to rob? We the same
I ain't got no friends, I'm strange
I'm Tyson in his prime, eat your brain
I done broke my wrist 'bout a hunnid times
Auntie keep coming back 'bout a hunnid times
Bitch blew her nose off, did a hunnid lines
I don't want yo weed, what the fuck is that kind?
Nigga said it's Runtz but I know he lying
Tell his ass, "Turn around, bitch, I'ma rob you"
I'ma tell him download my song when I rob him
All black like, "Luke, I am your father"
Sunday look like Regal Theatres
I ask you to borrow but, nigga, I'm keeping it
They said that I'm lowdown and devious
Stupid-ass Glocks like Butt-Head and Beavis
When I up that bitch, sound like Butt-Head and Beavis
If I robbed you, I'm sorry, I had to do it
If I thought you was gon' snitch, I had to shoot you
I ain't even gon' lie, I just wanted to do it
I'm the youngest nigga that they call "OG"
Walk in the police station, shoot police
Free Bam, stab police
Tie a opp up, beat out his knees
Don't play with me, unc', I'll kill yo nephew
Mavado Glock, I'm so special
Two Glocks like two teachers, I'm special
Y'all washed up rats like 38 Special
This a 9 milli', not a .38 Special
On a Sunday, got thirty-eight specials
Come get a deal, bitch, we got specials
Retarded wrist, they say that it's special
I'ma be the same when I met you
Nephew Leatherface, Hannibal Lecter
I told you before I'll kill my brother
You know that I looped that shit
Stimulus just came yesterday, unc' got it and just ran through that shit
That nigga, he know damn well he not no killer, go ahead and do that shit
Up that glick, don't care who he with
Auntie and unc' who I'm cooling with
So many bullets, a cooling kit
Up that glick, start doing shit
Stop that shit, you ain't fooling shit
Trap house jump like Ewing did
Lil'-ass Glock, that puny shit
AR look like brooms and shit
[?] some shit
Don't fuck with him or all that goofy shit
On the first of the month I be feeling like I'm famous
I prayed to Allah they don't came and raid it
You're not pulling up, what the fuck are you saying?
You don't want smoke? We can make some arrangements
I come through with twenties and change them for hunnids
I don't get complaints from Jakes for nothing
My auntie don't really like when I be cussing
Yo auntie my auntie, nigga, we cousins
They all on my body, they love how I do it
New batch drop like I drop music
I'm not falling asleep, I got my shoes on
I got that glick on my hip, nigga, I'm cooling
Thumbing through five and tens, eating noodles
Lil' bitch hungry, told her eat some noodles
Fake-ass bitch can't make noodles
Straight drop taste like oriental noodles
Dope from the eighties, new breed, new school
Keep six feet distance, I will shoot you
Yo money short? I forgot English
Like a Spanish nigga, I forgot English
Go get the fuck out my face when them fake-ass prices
My chain look like ratchet bitches fighting
Chain louder than a baldhead bitch
Beat the pot like a baldhead bitch
My chain shining like a baldhead bitch
Glock look like a lil' ponytail
Glock sound like a bitch from the hood off Section 8 with a lil' ponytail
Glock sound like a bitch with twelve kids
Glock sound like a drunk pregnant bitch
AR-15 sound like auntie when she thought stimulus wasn't coming
Got my name in yo mouth, DJ Akademiks
They in the house, they not really in it
These niggas in the house dissing niggas
These niggas move like they Akademiks
They want fame, DJ Akademiks
Paying for pussy, DJ Akademiks
They dick in the booty, DJ Akademiks
Fake-ass clout, DJ Akademiks
Headtop a nigga, leave him in a blog
These niggas in the house writing blogs
Ho-ass nigga pillow talking
Up that Glock, Macaulay Culkin
This good White Runtz got me coughing
The way I'm driving, you can tell I'm saucing
All the opps sad, hurt, and soft
Pew-pew-pew, ambulance, call 'em
Feel like Kodak when he got freed
Feel like Kodak buying a gun
Smoke K2 like Kodak Black
Retarded .9 like Kodak Black
They let me free like Kodak Black
I was in a cell till my matt' was flat
'Fore I ever let them niggas send me back
They gon' have to do me like I'm Bernie Mac
Hold up, I smell something
That pussy, these niggas telling for nothing
He pussy, he won't pull up for nothing
These niggas be hating, these niggas be jealous
They get caught up then tell on they homies
Rob a nigga like he not my homie
Them fake-ass stories be phony
I'm the real deal-deal, Tuff Tony
I'm by myself but I'm not though
Five rings but I'm not Kobe
Better watch the nigga, that is not yo homie
I hear that voice, what grandmama told me
They said that I'm bugging, I said that I'm sane
I'm not sleeping for nothing and booted for days
Find out where you live, pull up where you stay
Him or me like Barbarian Days
Pack not good, no shit, no shame
Unc' in the trap, 120 Days
Pulled out a Glock, spit in yo face
You sit on yo ass? You should be ashamed
Fuck a PS4, I'm not no game
Bullet size of a PS5, hit yo face
I will take my palm and slap yo face
These fake-ass gangsters be passing the mint, yuh

[Outro]
RXK, RXK, KKK, yuh
Yuh, yuh
Ayy
Ayy
Yuh

C A N D Y Q&A

Who wrote C A N D Y's ?

C A N D Y was written by RXKNephew.

When did RXKNephew release C A N D Y?

RXKNephew released C A N D Y on Sat Jan 30 2021.

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