Yankee Candles & Colonge

Aye, aye Aye real nigga speaking, aye turn up the volume AP, E, Mont what up? Aye, aye, aye Staying lowkey to myself, cause you already know how these niggas get My phone stay on DND, she stay bitchin', and crying and throwing a fit I'm bout to go hit the dealership, and tell em' " I need a new whip" Im rolling around in this money, I'm stacking it high, and I'm makin' it flip Yankee Candles & Cologne, I walk through the door, man you smell what I'm on Quick to cut a bitch off, and tell her kick rocks, and tell her begone She keep hittin' my phone, cause in reality, can't leave me alone I'm tryin' to get this money, and these niggas? They tryin' get known My life a work of art, a beautiful canvas that I had created She said my dick like a drug, right after it always gone have her sedated She loving my sound, and cadence Benji my brother, but we ain't related, In my head I already made it Put me to the test, you know Ima ace it Did what I did, and I cannot erase it Dodging this bullshit, like this was the matrix Hop in that whip, I don't drive it, I race it I'm on the freeway, she beggin' to taste it This shit a drug, and you know Ima lace it Run that bag back, like I play for the Ravens This a marathon, you know Ima pace it Real as they come, and you know I can't fake it Staying lowkey to myself, cause you already know how these niggas get My phone stay on DND, she stay bitchin', and crying and throwing a fit I'm bout to go hit the dealership, and tell em' " I need a new whip" Im rolling around in this money, I'm stacking it high, and I'm makin' it flip Yankee Candles & Cologne, I walk through the door, man you smell what I'm on Quick to cut a bitch off, and tell her kick rocks, and tell her begone She keep hittin' my phone, cause in reality, can't leave me alone I'm tryin' to get this money, and these niggas? They tryin' get known