Candy Red Lyrics - Big Pokey

Chorus: 

Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene 

Know I'm sippin codeine (codeine) 

(Lil Keke) 

Apple red, brand new grind California Dream Boat 

It's super nice, I sprayed it twice, I swear I got a mean coat 

Pull up on the scene hot 

Can't forget my green top 

I'm down in Houston Texas, where them gangstas live their dreams out 

S.U.C. another year 

Drankin like it's Screw in here 

We tippin broads and sippin barre, I'm trying to make myself, clear 

Boys got to see me on the scene 

They say "That young Don keep that mothafucka clean" 

I'm out here like a king 

Candy on the car 

We on them double cups and drankin green labeled barre 

They blow the blunt that sticky when they taught me how to hold 

I turn the lane and do my thang that young nigga cold 

Don 'Ke 

Chorus: 

Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene 

Know I'm sippin codeine (codeine) 

(Mike D) 

Boys don't know they shouldn't never let the Hogg loose 

4 door ? stretched out the ? 

Red turn heads but I come through, in that black thang 

Lincoln on Gorillaz , they thankin I'm Fat Pat, mane 

Body rock the ? turn through the tray 

Having it my way 

I ball, sunny you gray 

Live out the pen, still runnin them jiggas 

Eight dollars a cooler, steal they drank nigga 

Three summers later 

Only question "Where the paper?" 

Ain't talking bout a ? 

Real back, the whig on that old school monsta 

? Aviators, ballin since a youngster 

Tappin on that iPad, Yappin on that iPhone 

Cup full of Big Moe 

That kush got my mind blown 

Yeah, I say that kush got my mind blown 

And the game over cause the mother fuckin Hogg home 

Chorus: 

Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene 

Know I'm sippin codeine (codeine) 

(Big Pokey) 

Candy red top crack 

'45 cocked back (That Lean) 

Giving niggas the business, Bitch I'm about that ? 

Yo we stop that, I'm cleaner than a motha fucka 

Crawlin under the strip, fifth leaning like a motha fucka 

Aye 

Hell yeah, I brought my swag with me 

Bank roll, bad bitch in the jag with me 

Head turning when you see me in the streets 

Pullin up in sumtin exotic, the speakers on its feet 

Square that up, sold the wall and hit 'em 

Smash the pedal to the floor 

Watch this motha fucka get off 

I pull up on the scene 

Got the whip, look at me 

? traffic got the whip, looking clean 

Yeah 

Chorus: 

Know I'm candy red, I'm on the scene 

Know I'm sippin codeine (codeine)