Stand on It ft. Trapalone Peso & Keithfrm4th Lyrics

If its leo then its knockin'

Tell em fuck 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 ass if you try something

Tell em pick up a shovel the swat coming

My niggas 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 niggas just talking these niggas be bitches

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 fuck with the benches

Them niggas be talking but they really bitches

I'm fucking your bitch I pulling on extensions

Shake ass to my song bitches all in my mentions

We pop out in raincoats

Run up too quick get your brain blown

Shoot at a opp bitch wit my bape on

Young nigga dumb as fuck 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 bitch she a head doctor

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

Run up and we taking your shit

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 shit

I'm still out here hitting them licks

Even though I'm gifted and shit

At the party I'm bringing them blicks

At the party I'm fucking your bitch

Can't fuck with bro cause he a snitch

Why you tell him I started this shit?

Pull up on niggas I hit in they face

My engine V8 no nigga want race

New bad bitch suck the dick with no taste

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

Fuck your hellcat this a V8 plus

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

Word around town, niggas looking for us

That shit ain't hard we tour all month

Tell em fuck 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 ass if you try something

Tell em pick up a shovel the swat coming

My niggas 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 niggas just talking these niggas be bitches

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