Testo Stand Off - Test
Testo della canzone Stand Off (Test), tratta dall'album Go Mode
Miscounted cause I'm high
Hunnit thousand dollars miscounted cause I'm high (haha)
Yeah
(Woop)
All these bands, take your pants off, Bitch
Try to rob, Issa stand off, Bitch
In my lap, that's where her brains at (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
You could never get your main back (No)
Count a Hunnit thousand up in twenties while I'm high
Dropping knowledge, making bank deposits while I'm high (I swear)
I done scraped the curb, yeah the syrup got me high (Skrrrt)
Fucking on your girl, yessir while I'm high (Hold up)
Bitch done checked my pockets, cause she thought a nigga high (Bitch)
Had to slap her out, I ain't even ask her why
Manage everything, ain't gotta give a piece of pie (No)
All these bitches on me, bet they all know comply (Lets go)
I been giving sauce to the rappers you look at (I swear)
I been rolling blunts in the Bach, back to back (No cap)
No smoking signs, imma blow the weed on that
Slick rich young nigga, bitch picture that
All these niggas with me, got they own by choice (Choice)
These bitches wanna come, and fuck a nigga with a voice (Me)
Swap these bitches out on the daily, cause I'm high (I swear)
Whole lotta promo got them bannies on my line (Money)
I just post a picture, got them bitches jump in line (Hey baby)
Roll a thousand blunts if Dealz with me every time (Dealz)
She left up out the club, she want some drugs
She wanna get high (Lets go)
I told her "Girl you grown, you know the business, know the vibes
All these bands, take your pants off, Bitch
Try to rob, Issa stand off, Bitch
In my lap, that's where her brains at (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
You could never get your main back (No)
Count a Hunnit thousand up in twenties while I'm high
Dropping knowledge, making bank deposits while I'm high (I swear)
I done scraped the curb, yeah the syrup got me high (Skrrrt)
Fucking on your girl, yessir while I'm high (Hold up)
Scrape the lambo tires on the curb, I'm high
Wocky in my cup, its filled up, you know I'm high
Jaw biting down, I ain't even gone lie (No)
Pop a G6, got me flying through the sky
She coming down the pole, look like a dance off whoah
Shawty shaking ass, until her pants off whoah
You know that I been up for three days (Days)
Doing what I does, getting money three ways (Ways)
Press the buttons myself, you know I get it popping
I been working hard for these options (Cmon)
I been getting scarred for these profits (Money)
Two hundred broads, and they topless (Hold up)
Popping bottles, pour it on the couches (Go)
I been going hard, you can't compare me to no slouchers (Na)
I been getting money, gotta put me with the vouchers (Yeah)
I'm in at the top, you gotta sit me on the mountains (Hold up)
Roll another blunt, while I'm counting, these bitches trying fly
All these bands, take your pants off, Bitch
Try to rob, Issa stand off, Bitch
In my lap, that's where her brains at (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
You could never get your main back (No)
Count a Hunnit thousand up in twenties while I'm high
Dropping knowledge, making bank deposits while I'm high (I swear)
I done scraped the curb, yeah the syrup got me high (Skrrrt)
Fucking on your girl, yessir while I'm high (Hold up)
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