Cotton Candy

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him

I'm leaning off walk like Dirk, I'm shooting off the dribble

And if you say you got a problem, nigga press the issue

Line em up right between the sights, focus down the middle

And how you leave the bread out, now your pockets brittle

I'm going hard inside the paint, got my shoe torn

GTA I'm at the my shop, installed a new horn

You still crying bout that petty shit, is you a newborn

I love to eat it, but my duke's nah, she dont do corn

Not too much effort, shit easy, I'm just having fun