Mr. Stanley (feat. P-Nutt)

Known to keep some shit up in my locker
Knowing that these bitches they can't stand me
Stay out my grass Mr. Stanley
When I'm in the streets they can't can me

Knowing that these bitches they can't stand me
Stay out my grass Mr. Stanley
When I'm in the streets they can't can me
Then you open up a can of worms
Hey Don't play with my money like I'm big bird

P-Nutt got skills I can shoot when I drive boom boom boom boom
Hanging from the window let it shoot from the sides
I'm too fucked up
Almost shot up in my ride say
How is that your dog man but you don't even write say
Put that on my momma say
We gon get right say
I put that on my soul
I say
I never told (Nope)
Hey P-Nutt got yo bitch and she playing with my yo-yo
Hey P-Nutt got yo girl Uh Huh
And that's fosho yo

Hey
Hey
Hey

Lock up
Known to keep some shit up in my locker
Hate the fucking smell when it lock up

When the feds rush we gon' flush
Hoping it don't come up
Or imma be in some shit if it go down
And you'll be out
Rounds and they going different routes
And man I'm so high yeah I'm talking Desert Eagle
And yeah I got a plot say
I gotta move the rock
We gotta shake the block yeah
We gotta serve the people
And we moving like the mob
My hand on the Bible
She give me head b-bobble
She worship like an idol
I throw it it's a spiral
I keep it on a tight rope Yuh
Hey
Wherever money goes say I GO Yuh
Yeah

Shit up in my locker
Hate the fucking smell when it lock up

Yuh

Nevermind me, what's wrong with you
Nevermind me, what's wrong with you
Don't mind me, what's wrong with you

A lot



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Writer(s): Patrick Richardson
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