Stand On It lyrics

by

Quando Rondo


[Intro]
Yeah
You know there levels to this sh*t or whatever like that
You know I ain't in no competition with no n*gga
I just want everybody to stand on what the f*ck they say (Mama know who Cub$kout is)

[Chorus]
You say you gon' kill me, b*tch n*gga, you better stand on it
One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double that, two hundred grand on me
Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like double back, like f*ck, let's stand on it
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do no di*k ridin', got my own money
Get suited up then drop your mask, all for them racks, he tryna score something
These pus*y n*ggas got me mad like they thе only ones gon' blow something
b*tch, I'm retardеd, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc
That lil' n*gga 'bout that action, killers on go, they don't wanna smoke with him

[Verse 1]
I'ma introduce you to my team, we Jump Out Gang, we quick to hop out
Black quick to shoot Glocks with them beams
Bands in my jeans like come get knocked off
Jack in the box, these n*ggas clowns, like why the f*ck they still ain't pop out?
One by one, we knock 'em down, don't think sh*t sweet, I want the top dog
You better keep that firearm 'cause once it's once it up, boy, it can't come down
Like f*ck a fight, year twenty-one, boy, I tote four pounds
Up in public, it could still go down
Two different notes inside my blunt, the windows rolled down
We got it all, pull up and shop, four hundred bags and I want four pounds
Don't let no cars come on this block
I'm 'bout lil' Ralph, somebody know something
I told Quan to grip the wheel while I rose out, like let's go roll one
This sh*t get real inside the field, stay on the porch, you ain't gon' smoke nothing
I watch the sunset from the hills inside my mansion with that pole on me
[Chorus]
You say you gon' kill me, b*tch n*gga, you better stand on it
One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double that, two hundred grand on me
Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like double back, like f*ck, let's stand on it
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do no di*k ridin', got my own money
Get suited up then drop your mask, all for them racks, he tryna score something
These pus*y n*ggas got me mad like they the only ones gon' blow something
b*tch, I'm retarded, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc
That lil' n*gga 'bout that action, killers on go, they don't wanna smoke with him (Ha)

[Verse 2]
Big MAC-11, throw that down too
Keep protection, you know that they found too
Don't do no rappin' but I'm screamin' out seven, I'm from a damn zoo
We known for steppin', all y'all f*ck n*ggas scary, I'm tryna blam, dude
Wrap it in plastic, I don't know sh*t 'bout no scammin', I'd rather sell food
New Lamborghini, drive that b*tch like a Camry while countin' up these blues
These n*ggas envy, I done peeped all the actions, they want my f*ckin' shoes
Prada and Fendi, love to drip different fabrics, you know that cash rules
That brand new Caddie, I done copped a lil' daddy, then got it bulletproofed
All 'bout this Patek, boy, you know that we whackin', we puttin' 'em on the news
I want straight static, I might top off the Xanny with that Glock 22
Order a casket, it's for you and your family, I'm touchin' someone, move
Boy, I'm a savage, on the other end, family think I don't do nothing wrong

[Chorus]
You say you gon' kill me, b*tch n*gga, you better stand on it
One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double that, two hundred grand on me
Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like double back, like f*ck, let's stand on it
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do no di*k ridin', got my own money
Get suited up then drop your mask, all for them racks, he tryna score something
These pus*y n*ggas got me mad like they the only ones gon' blow something
b*tch, I'm retarded, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc
That lil' n*gga 'bout that action, killers on go, they don't wanna smoke with him
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