Stand On it

作词：Brian Cross,Dereon Thomas,Isaiah McClure

If its leo then its knockin'

Tell em ** em stand on it

Tryna run up some bread put some bands on you

Kay Flock let it bust with moncler on me

Boy these bullets too quick can't run from em

We crossin with bags

Tell em move too quick you can't run from me

We put switches to ** if you try something

Tell em pick up a shovel the swat coming

My ** they snot nose

Heat em up cause I know that his heart cold

223's coming fast duck yo taco

And the jag going fast ducking potholes

Uh

All these ** just talking these ** be **

Tell em free John (Wick?

)

(Wish I smack spanking them trenches?

)

On the road dropping fours getting paper like let's get it

We just starting on the road and escaping them trenches

I start every game I don't ** with the benches

Them ** be talking but they really **

I'm **ing your ** I pulling on extensions

Shake ** to my song ** all in my mentions

We pop out in raincoats

Run up too quick get your brain blown

Shoot at a opp ** wit my bape on

Young ** dumb as ** with no brain on

Got some lead in my clip I'm the lead doctor

SK at your head ain't no leg shotting

Got a new bad ** she a head doctor

Uh, She a head doctor uh, I hope you got bands

Run up and we taking your **

Nah I hope you got blicks

Don't think brody get off with this switch

We know we ain't rich

But we know that we get to this **

I'm still out here hitting them licks

Even though I'm gifted and **

At the party I'm bringing them blicks

At the party I'm **ing your **

Can't ** with bro cause he a snitch

Why you tell him I started this **?

Pull up on ** I hit in they face

My engine V8 no ** want race

New bad ** suck the ** with no taste

This song is all cap so you can't build a case

** your hellcat this a V8 plus

Don't say no ** if you still catch the bus

Word around town, ** looking for us

That ** ain't hard we tour all month

Tell em ** em stand on it

Tryna run up some bread put some bands on you

Kay Flock let it bust with moncler on me

Boy these bullets too quick can't run from em

We crossin with bags

Tell em move too quick you can't run from me

We put switches to ** if you try something

Tell em pick up a shovel the swat coming

My ** they snot nose

Heat em up cause I know that his heart cold

223's coming fast duck yo taco

And the jag going fast ducking potholes

Uh

All these ** just talking these ** be **

Tell em free John (Wick?

)

(Wish I smack spanking them trenches?

)

On the road dropping fours getting paper like let's get it

We just starting on the road and escaping them trenches