Big Pokey - Boss hogg on candy lyrics

[Hook] These n***as don't understand me, cause I'm boss hog on candy Pieced up creased, staying boss hog on candy These n***as don't understand me, cause I'm boss hog on candy Pieced up creased up, big Glock nine handy These n***as don't understand me, cause I'm boss hog on candy Pieced up creased, staying boss hog on candy These n***as don't understand me, cause I'm boss hog on candy Sipping on bar and brandy, with a big Glock nine handy [Big Pokey] Boss hog on candy, can't see up in my who-ride Iced up with my Nike's on, 4-5 co*ked when the coupe slide Sweep it in then I sweep it out, back on the strip bout to burn it up The same thang with the rap game, I'm back in the deck n***a turn it up Fresh to d**h all the time, looking good crawling down Stay up out my bidness baby, I don't need ya all in mine A lot of n***as think they real, I can make em drink they meal Push the barrel in they mouth, I can make em drink the steel Vault money these n***as out here, trying to come up in a major way Some of these n***as got live rides, ain't even much got a place to stay Bout to check a n***a resume, everyday a n***a chasing grip I keep my stash in gym cla**, that's why my grip know how to flip Hit a corner mash the throttle, drop the window trash the bottle Spit this pimping to a b**h, try to get that cash up out her Bring your heart and your hustle with ya, and the cash'll follow Sensei young stunner, and a runner, ask about him [Hook] [Slim Thug] I'm boss hog on candy, these boys don't understand me Big Glock nine handy, I'm riding with my family Play with mine I'ma start firing, and spray that nine till you hit the ground Don't leave home without the iron, extra rounds in case it go down It's off the chain in that H-Town, don't get caught slipping out of bounds Them jackers here'll run up on ya, from behind an rob ya blind Choke big smoke with Big Pok', let's show them boys that we ain't no joke Tell whoadie pull out the slab, let's hit that Ave. in them 'Sacci locs Fresh dressed from head to toe, I shut it down when I hit the do' One thang fa sho I ain't broke no mo', still banging my music slow Candy paint that's how you see me glow, fresh for life I know you see me hoe Tell the truth you wanna be me bro, at your best you can't be me though I'm boss bred out the 'Stead, Nawfside until I'm dead Strapped up I ain't ever scared, to put a bullet in a hater head Ten years still going fed, putting these young punks to bed Keep it G that's all I can be, I'm riding some'ing like the hook said [Hook] [Big Pokey] Boss hog candy paint, smoking kush drinking oil Sliding with the heater up the feeter, heading to the 'vard Swanging on the swangas hard, still sitting on 4-4's Mo' money got mo' hoes, diamond chain bout four rows Rape the block when I convert the top, peeling off on them low pro's Pulling in the lot them hoes pose, TV's lit watching old shows Hit the bu*ton drop the brim, swanging trying to walk the rim Crock bull homeboy, all of the broads be jocking him It's plain to see that I'm one of a kind, ride I'm in support my grind Stash spot just to hold the nine, cause I got the back bumper folded down Popping the trunks blowing purp', twisting squares out the sack Hard top popped up, hitting corners in the Lac Counting stacks on the daily Dina bout the dollar dollar bu*ter guts red flo's, slamming do's popping collars Bring your heart and your hustle with ya, and the cash'll follow Sensei young stunner and a gunner, ask about him [Hook]