The Standard (feat. PremiumBlu)

Yea
Yea yea uh uh
PremiumBlu made this beat
Yea
You ready to die tonight or Nah
We got hella choppas and we letting 'em off
You say that you with it youngin come and show us
When we in your city promise we gone show up
Stang after stang while my boys have in a challenger
All my homies keep a stick and even my manager
Ice on the wrist VVS ain't no amateur
Hundreds maybe fifties baby this just the standard here
Yea yea

I'm a beast a beast
Yea I feast you see
Money all over me
She wanna get over me
She can't do that she be lying
Ice on me check out my wrist
These people know I'm really trying
I got this I never try
In the grease we steady frying
Running up that money baby
We don't have to change the situation to be innovating
Growing up
Money flying through the counter
I don't understand why you mad
Baby girl I'm the only man
That you need
Money on me dancing
Baby let go succeed

You ready to die tonight or Nah
We got hella choppas and we letting 'em off
You say that you with it youngin come and show us
When we in your city promise we gone show up
Stang after stang while my boys have in a challenger
All my homies keep a stick and even my manager
Ice on the wrist VVS ain't no amateur
Hundreds maybe fifties baby this just the standard here

Counting bags on the map with it
Counting bags cross the map with it
Grew up everyday eating scraps with it
Cause we straight from the jungle with it
We be out tryna rumble with it
Don't play we gone run up with it
Off the porch we be running with it
Aaron Rodgers I be gunning this one

92 Mustang really getting ran down
Ice on the wrist I ain't playing ain't playing now
Came in the kitchen it's been hot for a week
Dallas 21 I been balling like Zeke
Ballin like Zeke
Whole fam with every time we move
Wait for a bet every a shoe for a shoe
Every shot ain't perfect so you know I'm not the dude perfect

As long as you keep the standard
The Standard
Dude perfect
Stay on top of your game
All you Ps and Qs
Was it really worth it?
Anybody can make it out
I can't even hurt you
Let's go yea
Yea yea

You ready to die tonight or Nah
We got hella choppas and we letting 'em off
You say that you with it youngin come and show us
When we in your city promise we gone show up
Stang after stang while my boys have in a challenger
All my homies keep a stick and even my manager
Ice on the wrist VVS ain't no amateur
Hundreds maybe fifties baby this just the standard here
Yea yea



Credits
Writer(s): Akeem Gilmore
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