Stand on It

If its leo then its knockin'

Tell em fuck em stand on it
Tryna run up some bread put some bands on you
Kay Flock let it bust with my moncler on me
Boy these bullets too quick can't run from em
We crossin with bags
Tell em move too quick you can't run from me
We put switches to ass if you try something
Tell em pick up a shovel the swat coming
My niggas they snot nose
Heat em up cause I know that his heart cold

223's coming fast duck yo taco
And the jag going fast ducking potholes
Uh
All these niggas just talking these niggas be bitches
Tell em free John (Wick?)
(Wish I smack spanking them trenches?)
On the road dropping fours getting paper like let's get it
We just starting on the road and escaping them trenches

I start every game I don't fuck with the benches
Them niggas been talking but they really bitches
I'm fucking your bitch I pulling on extensions
Take ass to my song bitches all in my mentions
We pop out in raincoats
Run up too quick get your brain blown
Shoot at a opp bitch wit my bape on
Young nigga dumb as fuck with no brain on

Got some lead in my clip I'm the lead doctor
SK at your head ain't no leg shotting
Got a new bad bitch she a head doctor
Uh, She a head doctor uh, I hope you got bands
Run up and we taking your shit
Nah I hope you got blicks
Don't think brody get off with this switch
We know we ain't rich
But we know that we get to this shit
I'm still out here hitting them licks
Even though I'm gifted and shit
At the party I'm bringing them blicks
At the party I'm fucking your bitch
Can't fuck with bro cause he a snitch
Why you tell him I started this shit?

Pull up on niggas I hit in they face
My engine V8 no nigga want race
New bad bitch suck the dick with no taste
This song is all cap so you can't build a case
Fuck your hellcat this a V8 plus
Don't say no shit if you still catch the bus
Word around town, niggas looking for us
That shit ain't hard we tour all month

Tell em fuck em stand on it
Tryna run up some bread put some bands on you
Kay Flock let it bust with my moncler on me
Boy these bullets too quick can't run from em
We crossin with bags
Tell em move too quick you can't run from me
We put switches to ass if you try something
Tell em pick up a shovel the swat coming
My niggas they snot nose
Heat em up cause I know that his heart cold

223's coming fast duck yo taco
And the jag going fast ducking potholes
Uh
All these niggas just talking these niggas be bitches
Tell em free John (Wick?)
(Wish I smack spanking them trenches?)
On the road dropping fours getting paper like let's get it
We just starting on the road and escaping them trenches



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Writer(s): Isaiah Mcclure
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