Standin' Freestyle (feat. Sandman)
I don't want it, just want the profit, Let me be honest, puffin' on some toxins
Bitch, yeah, yeah, you got me trippin', I ain't even kiddin'
Ooh, rockin' Christian, but I'm fuckin' sinnin', And I'm headin' to the pinnacle, we winnin'
Ooh, and I'ma hit you finisher, bitch, Like it's Mortal Kombat
Mm, and you trippin', girl, I'ma get on that
Let me be honest, I don't fuckin' want it, Ooh, I'ma get this motherfuckin' profit
You are not shit, you are toxic, You just got blocked, bitch, ooh, shit, hot shit
Yeah, we fuckin', and we jumpin' in a mosh pit
Yeah, you know that I got this shit, hoppin' on the mic
Yes, this shit is right, but you know, I gotta get back at it
And do it, do it again, and hit that pen, It's filled with THC and CBD, that's how I roll
Rollin' up a joint and packin' a bowl
Mm, and the devil called, said he wanna take my soul
I said, nah, bitch, I wanna grow old, Ooh, and I ain't doin' what I'm told
Yeah, we actin' bold, lookin' over my shoulder, always cold
Why? Cause the demons inside always wanna fuckin' slide
Off the shrooms, we fuckin' glide, Pïratê Kïng and Bucket
And, fuck, Sandman in this bitch, And we fuckin' switch
Yeah, I got a big-ass stick and a clip, It's gon' hit you in your forehead
I don't give a fuck what your whore said, She's sluttin', mm, yeah
Pull up on the court, get a bucket, Bitch, I ain't tall enough to dunk
But we thumpin', pull up, yeah, you chumpy, Bitch, yeah, ooh, and my pockets, they are chunky
Why you always gotta act funky? You ain't a clown, but you're so loud
No, when you go around town, you're spinnin' names like, who's there to blame
Bro, you're about to feel the pain, Because there's a gun right at your head
Bro, you're dead, you wanna take it from me, But no, you want another shot
Bro, no, you do not, It's a Monday, not a fuckin' fun day
It's time to go to work and put in the grind, Because there's only a certain amount of time
Before we all die
Bitch, yeah, yeah, you got me trippin', I ain't even kiddin'
Ooh, rockin' Christian, but I'm fuckin' sinnin', And I'm headin' to the pinnacle, we winnin'
Ooh, and I'ma hit you finisher, bitch, Like it's Mortal Kombat
Mm, and you trippin', girl, I'ma get on that
Let me be honest, I don't fuckin' want it, Ooh, I'ma get this motherfuckin' profit
You are not shit, you are toxic, You just got blocked, bitch, ooh, shit, hot shit
Yeah, we fuckin', and we jumpin' in a mosh pit
Yeah, you know that I got this shit, hoppin' on the mic
Yes, this shit is right, but you know, I gotta get back at it
And do it, do it again, and hit that pen, It's filled with THC and CBD, that's how I roll
Rollin' up a joint and packin' a bowl
Mm, and the devil called, said he wanna take my soul
I said, nah, bitch, I wanna grow old, Ooh, and I ain't doin' what I'm told
Yeah, we actin' bold, lookin' over my shoulder, always cold
Why? Cause the demons inside always wanna fuckin' slide
Off the shrooms, we fuckin' glide, Pïratê Kïng and Bucket
And, fuck, Sandman in this bitch, And we fuckin' switch
Yeah, I got a big-ass stick and a clip, It's gon' hit you in your forehead
I don't give a fuck what your whore said, She's sluttin', mm, yeah
Pull up on the court, get a bucket, Bitch, I ain't tall enough to dunk
But we thumpin', pull up, yeah, you chumpy, Bitch, yeah, ooh, and my pockets, they are chunky
Why you always gotta act funky? You ain't a clown, but you're so loud
No, when you go around town, you're spinnin' names like, who's there to blame
Bro, you're about to feel the pain, Because there's a gun right at your head
Bro, you're dead, you wanna take it from me, But no, you want another shot
Bro, no, you do not, It's a Monday, not a fuckin' fun day
It's time to go to work and put in the grind, Because there's only a certain amount of time
Before we all die
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Writer(s): Wyatt Hicks
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