STAND OFF (feat. Munchii & Milano the Don)

Whiskey in the cup we ain't sipping on a Malbec
They know I'm the king so my head is where the crown rests
Automatic cal techs, Two arms outstretched
Ten paces, turnaround and draw like the Wild West
Gun smoke, inhaling the fumes till my lungs broke
Red moon on the horizon the scene blood soaked
So much heat getting pulled you'll get a sun stroke
All I ever needed was one rifle and one scope

If you gotta problem then I'm sliding through ya block
locked (locked)
loaded (loaded)
firing the chop
Riding through ya spot with a big stick like Gandalf
I pull a gun, you pull a gun
Stand off

Ace in the hole, this a pimps up, hoe down
Gatling blow, turn this to an Alamo showdown
Nobody around, just us, and a ghost town
Quick draw, we could see who fall when it go down
Whole gang with me bunch a mother fucking bandits
All I needs a tip of the hat and they gon' blam shit
Blood brothers we branded understand it
At the last stand who the fuck are you gon' stand wit

If you gotta problem then I'm sliding through ya block
locked (locked)
loaded (loaded)
firing the chop
Riding through ya spot with a big stick like Gandalf
I pull a gun, you pull a gun
Stand off