Two cups

Taste the cotton candy, hit the gas, oh (two cups)
I'm doin' a hunnid, I ain't see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

I pull up here with M's (skrrt), I'm back on whenever
Caught that flight in the morning, a flight to New Orleans (yeah)
I'll be back in the mornin'
I'll be back in the mornin'
She steady tweakin' off whatever you call it (tweak, tweak)
She flocky, flocky on whatever you call it (yeah)
Lil' shawty slip, but I won't leave 'til the morning
Señorita got me goin' and goin' (yeah)

You got a lot of questions, I got hella answers
Way you movin' in silence, had me movin' careful
Had me movin' too carefully, you wasn't there for me (uh)
You can look, but don't stare at me (uh)

Yeah
Taste the cotton candy, hit the gas, oh
I'm doin' a hunnid, I ain't see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

Yeah, woo (uh)
Blessings on blessings, I'm drownin' all in 'em, I'm havin' a scoop (yeah)
Top of the top, and I'm leadin' that chart 'cause I'm still off the boof, uh (let's go)
Yeah, you walk away and shake, them macarenas (cha-cha)
I took her far away, to Lithuania (it's lit)
I keep a place to bait, to tune your brain up (uh)
She stuff her face in cake, no way it's (safe)
Just save your words, that's safe, Glocks and hammers (alright)
Glocks and cougars, got guns, now you tucked
Lockin' that juicer, lawyers and shooters (woo, woo)
Are they gon' prove stuff right from my tool? Yeah (shh-shh)
It's in my head, it's stuck (yeah), I ain't a rooster
I fucked and hit the dust, I'm changin' routes, yeah (straight up)
She left in my tracksuit and my 1's, I gave her new bucks (woo)
Bought a pint with the EDD, I swear you doin' too much

Taste the cotton candy, hit the gas, oh
I'm doin' a hunnid, I ain't see the dash, oh
I count my blessings, know I'm movin' fast

I pull up here with M's (skrrt), I'm back on whenever
Caught that flight in the morning, a flight to New Orleans (yeah)
I'll be back in the mornin' (yeah, yeah)
I'll be back in the mornin'
She steady tweakin' off whatever you call it (tweak, tweak)
She flocky, flocky on whatever you call it (yeah)
Lil' shawty slip, but I won't leave 'til the morning

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Writer(s): Caleb Toliver, Ciaran Mullan, Dylan Cleary, Jacques Berman Webster II, Krell, Ronald LaTour