Standards

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Oouuweee Woooee yeah
What
What
Yeah
Boh Bruddas
What
What
Yeah
Yeah

Trip over a bitch you can have here
Cuz she is not up on my standards
You niggas might need a ladder
Cuz you're not up on my level
Remember them days i ain have nothing
They wasnt even stand me
Now that i rock designer
They cant help but to hate me
Trip over a bitch you can have here
Cuz she is not up on my standards
You niggas might need a ladder
Cuz you're not up on my level
Remember them days i ain have nothing
They wasnt even stand me
Now that i rock designer
They cant help but to hate me

Broke nigga you can do that
That junk couldnt be me
I gotta chase me a bag
Something you might just need
Money bag guapo cheese
All the same thing to me
Designer designer head to feet
Name a nigga fresher than me
You want havoc bitch im using explosing
Pull up shooting just like im derozan
Headshot quick no emotion
Keep heat so you know imma toaster
Free smoke out for promotion
Get dead then you might get demoted
I can buy it so i know i dont owe it
If she your girl tell me why she on me
If she's yours tell me why do she need me
Imma smash then you know im leaving
Trap house so you know you cant see
Imma dog so you know you cant be
Imma dog send me to the vet
Im the best put me to test
Lots of money with a wiser head
Want beef so you know we got lead
Got guap no checking im flexing
I bet im messy to my ex bitch
Diamonds on my neckless cuz im careless
Decide to tuck on my chain you leaving headless yeahh

Trip over a bitch you can have here
Cuz she is not up on my standards
You niggas might need a ladder
Cuz you're not up on my level
Remember them days i ain have nothing
They wasnt even stand me
Now that i rock designer
They cant help but to hate me
Trip over a bitch you can have here
Cuz she is not up on my standards
You niggas might need a ladder
Cuz you're not up on my level
Remember them days i ain have nothing
They wasnt even stand me
Now that i rock designer
They cant help but to hate me

Ugh you a hater that just bad
Gucci bag to be exact
Couple hundreds on my ass
Boh brudda gon spazz
Thats why these nigga they hate me
But yo baby mama love me
Imma hit her then i pass her
Boh brudda gon smash her
Then you can have her
I hit the gas on her
Boh brudda dont want her
You can really leave me lone
Boh brudda want a boner
I go to yeah the lot
Buy me a new drop
Boh brudda yeah hot
Thats why these niggas they mad
Is you mad yeah not
And im here yeah to flex
And i am finna flex on em
Hell yeah yeah im next homie
Choppa yeah to your neck homie
And this bit here make you sweat
Yeah just like keith sweat

Trip over a bitch you can have here
Cuz she is not up on my standards
You niggas might need a ladder
Cuz you're not up on my level
Remember them days i ain have nothing
They wasnt even stand me
Now that i rock designer
They cant help but to hate me
Trip over a bitch you can have here
Cuz she is not up on my standards
You niggas might need a ladder
Cuz you're not up on my level
Remember them days i ain have nothing
They wasnt even stand me
Now that i rock designer
They cant help but to hate me



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Writer(s): Jerdavion Golden
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