Pull Out The Candy (feat. Big T)

[Hook x2: Big T]

Pull out the candy, cause it's time to shine

Turn up the Screw, because it's going down

Down South, we just balling mayn

Steady sliding on chrome, in the turning lane

[Yungstar:]

That Ike got me sprayed, cause I'm always playa made

Don't even have to drive, to get parked in valet

I'm leaving candy dropping, when I'm tipping tipping wet

Elbows and dot the mirrors popped, and I got that beam set

Bout to park, where I can peep out my scene

Sitting on grown men, and every heiress has a screen

After this shit beaming, cause I'm ready for the weather

Dropping ashes on my buck, y'all original version of leather

I swang from the North to the South, like a monster

Enegland hard, cause it's still my name Yungstar

I'm crystal clear no tint, I want these boys to see

I'm on your local radio station, and your cable T.V.

I hear em saying Yung they stealing your style, they stealing your flow

What's happening you still rapping, when your shit hit the sto'

I tell em I'm still on my grind, I'm still on my note

And plus I got my own label, so I'm fin to get mo'

[Hook x2]

[Yungstar:]

Here I come here I come, I know you hear me coming

Driving my bumper on Antoine, pick it up wait on Fondren

I be money laundering from here to London, way to Thailand

Boys and all the while on island, why I'm always smiling

Stop that I always frown, let the top down

Nigga like me I come down, I'm known to tech nine

Check your crew wreck the blue, wreck the red

I drop the top pull up, now I'm on the 'Stead

Moving grooving, stretch nation wide

Sipping satin, with them steering steady skating now

Why I'm stop and go, nigga got a lot of golds

A lot of shows, use to party at the Papa Deauxxx

A lot of mo' wanna get me, catch me slipping

All the trips and trade, cause the trades can be tricky

Marble seven fifty, you can't miss me

And just to sew it up, I got fo's going for fifty

[Hook x2]

[Yungstar:]

I might jump out in flip-flops, and pajamas and a Clover flag

Of that California love and purple stuff, every moment is a Kodak

It's a known fact, when a shoulder break the wrist I could pull up

I'ma throw black and you stroll back, and take a look at my footage

What's that I'ma keep my crooked and X's, Screwston in cooking

And jamming Screw in they decks, cause down South Houston we got em shooken

You can catch me at IHOP or Frank's, can sit with twenty guns

To seeming love cash for later, have no less than twenty ones

I make em say man, when the candy dance through your city

Extra inches on our toys, separating the boys from the men

Vada-ving vada-voom, fresh out to loon and detail

Before you see me hear me riding, blowing big on Davin wheels

Turning MLK to a one-way lane, Fondren and Main fondling grain

Jump in the lane in something strange, with a bunch of bang ain't nothing changed

You love to swang, go on fire it up you know what to do

Pop and drop the top body rock, as I show love for Screw and let's

[Hook x4]