Stand Up
Like you know
Sit the fuck down bitch
Humble yourself
When I step on my one's
I can't go outside 'less I'm wearing a hoodie (Na)
When I look at your funds
Nelson Muntz I'm bout to bully (Ha ha ha)
New fit everyday
Maison Margiela, like Gaetano Sciuto (Rocking that double m)
How many grams
You capping bout that you putting in them cookies
Roll with the gang
Up in your club
I know some things
Bout who you was
I make your wage
Off of a song
I buy a range
To crash off a curb
Your boy got set up
By real steppers
Feel like Ms Stephanie
I'm boutta step up
Pussies be snaking
They pay the price
Sleep with your sister
She kiss me good night
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money. (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
Book fifty-six nights in the Sofitel
Had to record my album
Bought fifty-six shots, from them bricks and bells
Been at the club for an hour
Fuck fifty-six hoes, who don't kiss and tell
You'll never catch them out
I got their number
Fifty-six songs in the vault in a month
Like I'm captain America, come out with power
Yeah
Backyard full of plants
Feins verse me like zombies (Rushing)
Backstreets full of mans
That won't fucking rob me (Nope)
Lap dance coz you bad
Bite your lip and gummies (Yeah)
Goyard on yo bag
Tell me who's your daddy?
Wait
Buy my ex back with a promise
That I know, will never be real
You ain't switch up the gear
You can stay silent
'Til all of them dreams disappear
When I get violent
Muhammad Ali with these fast feet
Ain't no boxing
I kept my cool in interrogation
Playing millionaire hot seat (Yeah yeah yeah)
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
Ahhh
Fuck it let's go go again (Again)
I hear the sirens it's po po again
Prolly my ex being a bozo again
This fit that I'm wearing
It came from Turin
If her body ain't rocking
She probably obnoxious
I'm swerving that bitch
Me and my brothers cocky
And we keep it locked in
So come on boy, stand on your shit
I just fuck her
Ain't no ring for that bitch
I'm in Balency
Spent 9 on a belt
Hit up a heart broken bitch
She tryna kiss me
You wanna get hurt?
I wait for this molly to hit
Pass the time gassing up shorty to shelve hers
When that shit kick in
She tryna pull me apart like a puzzle
(Do-do-do-do)
Give your hoe back hands
I make her back bend
While she bend over I'm making her count bands
I'm in your top 10
No Lewis Hamilton
But I'm speeding down the streets in Melbourne
My bitch the devil that's why she got hellbent
Give you a cross and you heaven sent
All of this envy, i won't let 'em in
Have mercy on me, many men
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
Stand up
Sit the fuck down bitch
Humble yourself
When I step on my one's
I can't go outside 'less I'm wearing a hoodie (Na)
When I look at your funds
Nelson Muntz I'm bout to bully (Ha ha ha)
New fit everyday
Maison Margiela, like Gaetano Sciuto (Rocking that double m)
How many grams
You capping bout that you putting in them cookies
Roll with the gang
Up in your club
I know some things
Bout who you was
I make your wage
Off of a song
I buy a range
To crash off a curb
Your boy got set up
By real steppers
Feel like Ms Stephanie
I'm boutta step up
Pussies be snaking
They pay the price
Sleep with your sister
She kiss me good night
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money. (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
Book fifty-six nights in the Sofitel
Had to record my album
Bought fifty-six shots, from them bricks and bells
Been at the club for an hour
Fuck fifty-six hoes, who don't kiss and tell
You'll never catch them out
I got their number
Fifty-six songs in the vault in a month
Like I'm captain America, come out with power
Yeah
Backyard full of plants
Feins verse me like zombies (Rushing)
Backstreets full of mans
That won't fucking rob me (Nope)
Lap dance coz you bad
Bite your lip and gummies (Yeah)
Goyard on yo bag
Tell me who's your daddy?
Wait
Buy my ex back with a promise
That I know, will never be real
You ain't switch up the gear
You can stay silent
'Til all of them dreams disappear
When I get violent
Muhammad Ali with these fast feet
Ain't no boxing
I kept my cool in interrogation
Playing millionaire hot seat (Yeah yeah yeah)
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
Ahhh
Fuck it let's go go again (Again)
I hear the sirens it's po po again
Prolly my ex being a bozo again
This fit that I'm wearing
It came from Turin
If her body ain't rocking
She probably obnoxious
I'm swerving that bitch
Me and my brothers cocky
And we keep it locked in
So come on boy, stand on your shit
I just fuck her
Ain't no ring for that bitch
I'm in Balency
Spent 9 on a belt
Hit up a heart broken bitch
She tryna kiss me
You wanna get hurt?
I wait for this molly to hit
Pass the time gassing up shorty to shelve hers
When that shit kick in
She tryna pull me apart like a puzzle
(Do-do-do-do)
Give your hoe back hands
I make her back bend
While she bend over I'm making her count bands
I'm in your top 10
No Lewis Hamilton
But I'm speeding down the streets in Melbourne
My bitch the devil that's why she got hellbent
Give you a cross and you heaven sent
All of this envy, i won't let 'em in
Have mercy on me, many men
I'm a real rapper, stand up
If you making money (For real)
You a real capper, stand up
Like there's something funny (What?)
I'm a real player, stand up
Fuck that love shit (Fuck it up)
You a real faker, talking like a bitch (Shh)
Stand up
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Writer(s): Amorrt
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