Stand On It (feat. 5SB Silk)
Five-Star STS
We the best nigga, hit em in his chest nigga
Look
Glizzy singin' Trey songs, couple shots, got him sayin' ahh
Guap took me to the spot, finna play the block And we OP, nigga play, we gon' spray the
chop
I wish Chase opened at eight, I can't wait
to drop
Everything changed when I learned about the first six
In the telly watchin' shorty spit to me like a Versus
We get flicked, Jovie, Jenny put it in they
purses
You ain't never seen a ten yet, boy you worthless
That shit come soft, leave hard like the strip club
Spot em got em, get your bitch took if I'm with
Random fans tryna hop in when we flicked up
Five-star STS, world change when we clicked up
Boy, I'm on that road when I'm not rappin'
Put holes in him, got him looking like a sock basket
I ain't goin' on stage if it's not slappin
Nigga dick suckin', you ain't know you get socked chattin'
Put him on the news, beat him made him over famous
Bet it rain same day he pass, so I know he made it
Only Ben, I know it's ten and I know a Franklin Put the belt on the stick, cause he owed a spanking
Walk through the storm by myself before I get somebody wet with me
Put a finger in my business and it get drenched, now you wet, Willie
I don't come outside if I don't get a check, really
That's his third strike, finna send em' to the next inning
Like this first grade, pull his hoe card and turn it red
Choppa perm up his head, when I'm tryna burn a dread
I just sent the cue to my shooter when I turn my head
No Diddy, but he went ghost finna burn his mans
I just popped the cherry on these Off-White fives
Got booked, knowin' you was broke and now you need a lifeline
Get knocked, can't tell, we gon' do that light time
Can add emojis when you send cheese, so I like Chime
Yeah, that nigga is a ham, call him Darvin
Shoot it like Dame and with my brothers call me Marlon
How you wanna hand out, ain't break bread when I was starvin
Better hit me for a feat, cause when I drop, bitch I'm charging
I won't argue about a price, I don't bargain
Yeah, I turn my niggas up, I always tell them they the hardest
Why this bitch think I'm finna cheat? Cause I'm an artist
I treat his whip like valet, I'm finna park it
Yeah, my niggas love to slide on some park shit
In this bitch was Silk, yeah, I'm on some five-star shit
I can't do three, yeah, I need a five-star bitch
Need to leave them young hoes alone, they like to start shit
Know this shit is on the floor just like a carpet
Leave his top red, think he workin' up at Target
Really I'm the shit, you ultra soft, call him Charmin
All the mamas fuck with me cause they said a nigga charmin
With the heat, call me Yeat, I get busy with it
I done spun so many hoes, now she dizzy with it
I'm just waitin' on the plug, he be here in a minute
If you ain't comin' with them M's, I'm stayin' independent
Bro got ADHD, he be fidget spinnin
That nigga rockin' Fear of God, but still sinnin' in it
I don't think he give a fuck, he still drillin' in it
Niggas scared to come up on the block, I be chillin' in it
Yop, on this bitch comfy
Givin' niggas shots after shots like he was a drunkie
Call that nigga crash out cause his ass a flunky
I'll merch it right now, that ain't nobody touch me
Yop, ain't nobody put they hands on me
She fuck with me cause she know I got them bands on me
Damn her ass fat, fuck around and did my dance on it
If you say it's up with me, nigga stand on it
We the best nigga, hit em in his chest nigga
Look
Glizzy singin' Trey songs, couple shots, got him sayin' ahh
Guap took me to the spot, finna play the block And we OP, nigga play, we gon' spray the
chop
I wish Chase opened at eight, I can't wait
to drop
Everything changed when I learned about the first six
In the telly watchin' shorty spit to me like a Versus
We get flicked, Jovie, Jenny put it in they
purses
You ain't never seen a ten yet, boy you worthless
That shit come soft, leave hard like the strip club
Spot em got em, get your bitch took if I'm with
Random fans tryna hop in when we flicked up
Five-star STS, world change when we clicked up
Boy, I'm on that road when I'm not rappin'
Put holes in him, got him looking like a sock basket
I ain't goin' on stage if it's not slappin
Nigga dick suckin', you ain't know you get socked chattin'
Put him on the news, beat him made him over famous
Bet it rain same day he pass, so I know he made it
Only Ben, I know it's ten and I know a Franklin Put the belt on the stick, cause he owed a spanking
Walk through the storm by myself before I get somebody wet with me
Put a finger in my business and it get drenched, now you wet, Willie
I don't come outside if I don't get a check, really
That's his third strike, finna send em' to the next inning
Like this first grade, pull his hoe card and turn it red
Choppa perm up his head, when I'm tryna burn a dread
I just sent the cue to my shooter when I turn my head
No Diddy, but he went ghost finna burn his mans
I just popped the cherry on these Off-White fives
Got booked, knowin' you was broke and now you need a lifeline
Get knocked, can't tell, we gon' do that light time
Can add emojis when you send cheese, so I like Chime
Yeah, that nigga is a ham, call him Darvin
Shoot it like Dame and with my brothers call me Marlon
How you wanna hand out, ain't break bread when I was starvin
Better hit me for a feat, cause when I drop, bitch I'm charging
I won't argue about a price, I don't bargain
Yeah, I turn my niggas up, I always tell them they the hardest
Why this bitch think I'm finna cheat? Cause I'm an artist
I treat his whip like valet, I'm finna park it
Yeah, my niggas love to slide on some park shit
In this bitch was Silk, yeah, I'm on some five-star shit
I can't do three, yeah, I need a five-star bitch
Need to leave them young hoes alone, they like to start shit
Know this shit is on the floor just like a carpet
Leave his top red, think he workin' up at Target
Really I'm the shit, you ultra soft, call him Charmin
All the mamas fuck with me cause they said a nigga charmin
With the heat, call me Yeat, I get busy with it
I done spun so many hoes, now she dizzy with it
I'm just waitin' on the plug, he be here in a minute
If you ain't comin' with them M's, I'm stayin' independent
Bro got ADHD, he be fidget spinnin
That nigga rockin' Fear of God, but still sinnin' in it
I don't think he give a fuck, he still drillin' in it
Niggas scared to come up on the block, I be chillin' in it
Yop, on this bitch comfy
Givin' niggas shots after shots like he was a drunkie
Call that nigga crash out cause his ass a flunky
I'll merch it right now, that ain't nobody touch me
Yop, ain't nobody put they hands on me
She fuck with me cause she know I got them bands on me
Damn her ass fat, fuck around and did my dance on it
If you say it's up with me, nigga stand on it
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Writer(s): Kj Brown
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