Yankee Candles & Colonge Lyrics

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 them " I need a new whip"

I'm 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 hitting 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 begging 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 them " I need a new whip"

I'm 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 hitting my phone, cause in reality, can't leave me alone

I'm tryin' to get this money, and these niggas? They tryin' get known