Started - Lil Candy Paint

Ay I’m standin' on the bar with a couple of racks

I was headed to the top and I ain’t ever look back

I got YSL’s on, you ain’t even see that

Let him try me in a song and we gon' leave his ass dead

I can’t play about them racks, I’m big

You was fuckin' with the kid and now you sorry

Now my brothers slidin' through, they on the way

Screaming «Fuck OCA» and now they shoot in broad day

We gon' get it any means, yeah regardless

We ain’t waitin' for no bullshit cuz we started

Have 'em shaking off from in the party

Put whole 13 in his head just like he Harden

Put a nigga in his feelings, that’ll fuck his neck neck, ay

It was clappin' at your homies, you ain’t clap back, ay

And they took lil homie money and you’re not that paid

If he say he slimey out, no they not that way

I put 10 on top of 10 and now I’m counting Rackaids

I can’t play about no money, I am not no lame

Have you ever brought a bag to the bank?

That’s for fifty k in ones to make it to my face

Fell in love with the racks and never looked back

I need 5 racks for a show and you can book that, ay

Put my dogs in like a wolf pack

If they see your neck sparkle they might book that, ay

We gon' get it any means, yeah regardless

We ain’t waitin' for no bullshit cuz we started

Have 'em shaking off from in the party

Put whole 13 in his head just like he Harden

We-We-We gon' get it any means, yeah regardless

We ain’t waitin' for no bullshit cuz we started

Have 'em shaking off from in the party

Put whole 13 in his head just like he Harden