Candy Little Brother (Ft. Bun B & Darien Brockington)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Well we the real Trill, playas postin up in the corner
Sippin and blowin on purple, gettin lit like we wanna
My persona is O.G., my aura is green
And I'm known for comin down on them blaze, sippin lean
So fresh and clean, I'm draped up and dripped out
Every time I hit the scene, they say, "Bun, you done tripped out"
If I ain't got nothin new, I ain't comin outside
That goes for clothes and rolls, shoes, jewels, and rides
I done try to be low-key, and change up my handy
But if I don't show off my dough, how dey gon' know that I have it?
I'm too used to the flossin, I'm too used to the shine
And I gotsta to relive this tread as hard as I like to grind
So right now is the time, and right here is the place
We gon' pop up the bottle until we po' off the taste
Everybody showin +love+, and we know where they +tainted+
So throw your hand up in the air if yo' car's candy-painted, c'mon!

[Hook: Darien Brockington (Phonte)]
They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy
They see me ridin-a, they see me grindin
They see me steppin up, they see me shinin'
And they say it's like candy
(and what they sayin, s-sayin)
It's like candy