Baby look so good I need that info

Smokin' trails are comin' out the window

I tell her get low just like in limbo

Know I got the wife for holla bimbo

Ooh yeah

Pick a diamond, studded sweet

Candy

Made 500 in a week

Candy

Got bitches shoppin' out the Jeep

Candy

I took em all back to the sweet

Candy

Yeah oh, starting as a youngin' talkin' bomb shit

Oh yeah, good on any team I'm talkin' 'Bron shit

Mind on all this money, got that money on my conscience

No time for no jokes, so if you broke, you talkin' nonsense

Yeah, got your B.M. in my DM

You don't even gotta know me

You gon' know him when you see him

Na ballin' like the GM

All the haters wanna be him

I can't even sign a deal, cause if I did I'd need 100

From the j-ump

Yeah, this year I need a fat bag

Black burner in a black bag

Lost weight for the half year

But these bitches still love the fat JAG

I could run up in the bank

Tell em put 150 in the grab-bag

I'm the one and I've been sonning ns

Can't a na never say he's JAG's dad

Na hatin' get the whole stick

Killin' shit since like '06

Making money off Instagram so you gotta pay me for the whole pic

Hatin' na, you don't know shit

I make it all, na no brick

I could steal a na whole bitch

Have her taking in a na's whole dick

Candy

Baby lick so good I need that info

Smokin' trails are comin' out the window

I tell her get low just like in limbo

Know I got the wife for holla bimbo

Ooh yeah

Pick a diamond, studded sweet

Candy

Made 500 in a week

Candy

Got bitches shoppin' out the Jeep

Candy

I took em all back to the sweet

Candy

Yeah, I reached my peak I'm the Alamo's

I tell a bitch just where to go

She said she don't know me

Not even one song

Then I played this song and she said dope but still no

I told her take it back like the repo

Or throw it back for me, yo

Now I'm her favorite rapper since P-Lo

Get in the line

I'm number 9

I am the rallies and Columbine

Bitches don't like it when I cross the line

So I lead 'em over and leave 'em behind

I'm goin' places, you can choose if you follow

Shoot for the moon, I'm talkin' Apollo

But if you choose to not go, I won't be here tomorrow

Yeah

To the top is my dream

JAG said it perfect, good any team

Haters just sad, couldn't be me

Fuck a vacation, need no retreats

But haters retreat, cause I'm a machine

Spit better than any of these pussies

But I'll take your bitch and spit on her pussy

Taste of victory so sweet

Yeah, candy

Baby lick so good I need that info

Smokin' trails are comin' out the window

I tell her get low just like in limbo

Know I got the wife for holla bimbo

Ooh yeah

Pick a diamond, studded sweet

Candy

Made 500 in a week

Candy

Got bitches shoppin' out the Jeep

Candy

I took em all back to the sweet

Candy