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Stand Down
by BonTana Honcho
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You say the things that make a nigga wanna kill his opp
And I can't lie, the shit be stressful at the fucking top
Man a nigga claim he ready, well let's see em' pop
Grew dreads like he from Florida, hit the Kodak bop
Taking pictures with them glizzies, these some Kodak shots
And when you play ya' roll my nigga, better know that spot
Spin the block then spin again like this a throwback plot
How he say it's up with me? When I don't know that opp
Baby I'm a G, but I won't buy you Chanel
The shit ain't in my range but check the price, it's a scale
I'm focused on a bag and wanna couple them bells
It's time to open trap, so please excuse a lil' smell
I'm right back on my shit lil nigga, thought you could tell?
I'm tryna' get my pockets on a twist, with a swell
I'm tryna' swipe from here to here, but won't leave a trail
I VPN my tracker, post up at a hotel, smoke in the air, uh
Every time you see me I'm with steppers bout' to crash out
Damn I almost fucked your bitch, but she ain't got no ass now
Slimed you out in public nigga who you gonna bash now?
I don't understand, how you don't know I'm the man now?
How you don't know I'm the man now?
Point you out my niggas come and get you, ain't no stand down
They come and get you, ain't no stand down
If you ain't my brother, don't be asking for no handouts
I'm a smoking opps addict, cop killers have it
Loaded up my clips, and had a some extra for some madness
Heard about your mans, can't believe that shit was tragic
Pass my boy the glock with thirty-two, we call her magic
Stuck like I'm in shock my nigga you don't want no static
Rolling up these opps my nigga I be so dramatic
Presidential tint, don't have the time like it's a Patek
We took some pics again, but the image maybe graphic
Steppin' with some Gangstas nigga, I don't ever panic
You fucking with my vibe because you know this shit organic
Sliding through they hood I got em pissed and they can't stand it
Aye, I'm on the block where they can't stand it
Every time you see me I'm with steppers bout' to crash out
Damn I almost fucked your bitch, but she ain't got no ass now
Slimed you out in public nigga who you gonna bash now?
I don't understand, how you don't know I'm the man now?
How you don't know I'm the man now?
Point you out my niggas come and get you, ain't no stand down
They come and get you, ain't no stand down
If you ain't my brother, don't be asking for no handouts
You say the things that make a nigga wanna kill his opp
And I can't lie, the shit be stressful at the fucking top
Man a nigga claim he ready, well let's see em' pop
Grew dreads like he from Florida, hit the Kodak bop
Taking pictures with them glizzies, these some Kodak shots
And when you play ya' roll my nigga, better know that spot
Spin the block then spin again like this a throwback plot
How he say it's up with me? When I don't know that opp
Baby I'm a G, but I won't buy you Chanel
The shit ain't in my range but check the price, it's a scale
I'm focused on a bag and wanna couple them bells
It's time to open trap, so please excuse a lil' smell
I'm right back on my shit lil nigga, thought you could tell?
I'm tryna' get my pockets on a twist, with a swell
I'm tryna' swipe from here to here, but won't leave a trail
I VPN my tracker, post up at a hotel, smoke in the air, uh
Every time you see me I'm with steppers bout' to crash out
Damn I almost fucked your bitch, but she ain't got no ass now
Slimed you out in public nigga who you gonna bash now?
I don't understand, how you don't know I'm the man now?
How you don't know I'm the man now?
Point you out my niggas come and get you, ain't no stand down
They come and get you, ain't no stand down
If you ain't my brother, don't be asking for no handouts
I'm a smoking opps addict, cop killers have it
Loaded up my clips, and had a some extra for some madness
Heard about your mans, can't believe that shit was tragic
Pass my boy the glock with thirty-two, we call her magic
Stuck like I'm in shock my nigga you don't want no static
Rolling up these opps my nigga I be so dramatic
Presidential tint, don't have the time like it's a Patek
We took some pics again, but the image maybe graphic
Steppin' with some Gangstas nigga, I don't ever panic
You fucking with my vibe because you know this shit organic
Sliding through they hood I got em pissed and they can't stand it
Aye, I'm on the block where they can't stand it
Every time you see me I'm with steppers bout' to crash out
Damn I almost fucked your bitch, but she ain't got no ass now
Slimed you out in public nigga who you gonna bash now?
I don't understand, how you don't know I'm the man now?
How you don't know I'm the man now?
Point you out my niggas come and get you, ain't no stand down
They come and get you, ain't no stand down
If you ain't my brother, don't be asking for no handouts
