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big mali & blacc zacc - stand on it lyrics

stand on it lyrics
[intro: big mali]
uh, uh
gang, b+tch
the f+ck (glee)
you already know what the f+ck goin’ on
the f+ck

[verse 1: big mali & blacc zacc]
ayy, why the f+ckin’ police pullin’ up to the party
like they really stoppin’ the sh+t?
n+ggas be weakest, the f+ck, when they catch me
i’m stylin’, profilin’, they copy my sh+t (they copy for real)
[?] while they ridin’ my sh+t
while they actin’ like hoes, i could buy me a b+tch (come here)
and i tried to be humble, i’m tired of this sh+t (i am)
drop on my nuts, had a chop in this b+tch, come on
you bangin’ that sh+t like you with it
don’t thinkin’ ’cause you in it, we won’t get to cl!ckin’ (no, grr, grr)
we spinnin’ yo’ n+ggas, they p+ssy like kittens (for real)
for duckin’ like b+tches, so tell them come handle they business (bop, bop)
and i know the opps that be switchin’, i don’t want no dealings
stop droppin’ my name in them disses
you ain’t never gon’ see a ticket unless it’s the pegasus
[?] you over the limit
you wanted this b+tch, so let’s go (come on)
i ain’t layin’ up, ’cause we open the scope (grr)
p+ssy boy, you a ho and your pockets is broke
way they swallow my flow, i should be in they throat (no cap)
big body benz, amg on my flow (skrrt)
spin+on that sh+t, he can’t [?] no more (no i can’t)
no, i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas
they sticky like syrup (for real)
and they cap when they talk like a bottle of coke (no cap)
rappers be g+y in the closet like coats
never f+ck with them n+ggas, they knew from the go (no cap)
spot ’em and got ’em, who got him? don’t know
we let it go, that’s on you and your bro
sh+t i ain’t have now i’m poppin’
and they see it on me, they like it, they copyin’ (woah)
step on this b+tch in the balenciagas (hol’ up)
just stand on your sh+t when you think that you poppin’ it, n+gga (ayy, ayy)
[verse 2: blacc zacc, both]
stand on your sh+t when you think that you poppin’
i’m shoppin’, i see it, i cop it (cop it)
i’m on rodeo in dior with my glockie (glock)
i’m by myself, i ain’t come with a posse (no)
i want the profit
i bought a vet and it came with a choppa (skrrt)
i bought a lamb’ and it came with a mop (ooh)
i found a plug, f+ck it (ooh)
then i got straight to the dollars (ooh)
i got the pounds and i’m the floodin’ the town
i’m the man of my city, they know there’s no cap (no cap)
in the pandemic, i ran up some racks (racks)
meet me in person, i don’t drip on the out, lil’ b+tch
this sh+t here run through my veins, lil’ b+tch
b+tch, i’m a crip, what’s your bang, lil’ b+tch?
ran up the racks and got c+cky
i stand on your sh+t when you think that you poppin’ it, n+gga

[outro: big mali & blacc zacc]
stand on your sh+t when you think that you poppin’ it, p+ssy
you already know what f+ck goin’ on in this bit’ (pop that sh+t, man)
n+gga wanna play we sendin’ r.i.p
sending shots where you stay (for real)
a f+ck n+gga wanna play, that’s on gang, on trey (haha)
the f+ck (glee)
uh, uh
uh, uh
uh, uh
this that gangster talk

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