slim 400 & tec - stand on it lyrics
[verse 1: slim 400]
okay say you win, then you bounce back
always apply pressure, just know you get it back
i ain’t never had it, but i’m [?][0:08]
blend in with the thundercats, lil’ 4 handle that
ayy, don’t pull up on my hood, i can’t bang, ain’t no scandal
got it out the mud, million dollars in paper
n+ggas said we couldn’t, now we do it, they ain’t scr+pe us
the man make the money, so don’t floss, 4, be patient
i’m just bein’ me, feelin’ good and h+lla cakin’
hatin’ on the low, g.o.d., we gon’ bake ’em
i ain’t wanna be that n+gga, but this n+gga, that’s who brackin’
gotta keep a firearm for protection, ain’t no lackin’
n+ggas caught me twice, “shake back” be my caption
ain’t no movie role, but slim 4 do that action
so what’s hannenin’?
i’m comin’ six from the shoulders so it’s backin’ in
and [?][blend 0:40] 4 for the record, ain’t no captionin’
[chorus: tec]
forever rep my sh+t, i’ma stand on it
pull out them sticks if i feel a n+gga playin’ on me
b+tch don’t put your hands on me (nah)
lookin’ at myself with them bands on me (yeah)
forever rep my sh+t, i’ma stand on it
pull out them sticks if i feel a n+gga playin’ on me
b+tch don’t put your hands on me (nah)
lookin’ at myself with them bands on me (yeah)
[verse 2: tec]
i could buy it if i want it, money way up
me and slim 400 in a casino up in vegas
still with the sh+ts, equipped with two sticks like the sega
spider gang, gon’ need more than raid to come spray us
compare me to them other n+ggas, got me f+cked up
you can’t name a n+gga in no city that touched us
[?][1:16] got me like i’m on mollies, b+tch, i’m up up
new whip with no mileage and i’m ridin’ with a cutter
n+gga’s partners was snitches, how you rock with that sh+t?
and if you with ’em, you smoked too, we get the drop on that b+tch
get to that money, road runnin’, i can’t slow it down
it’s free lil meezy ’til he touch, b+tch, i’ma hold it down (the lord)
yeah, shout to bompton, we gon’ get it now
f+ckin’ with my money or my n+ggas, we gon’ gun you down
never been a p+ssy or a b+tch, we got bands now
still up in the ghetto smokin’ loud where it’s gun sounds
[chorus: tec]
forever rep my sh+t, i’ma stand on it
pull out them sticks if i feel a n+gga playin’ on me
b+tch don’t put your hands on me (nah)
lookin’ at myself with them bands on me (yeah)
forever rep my sh+t, i’ma stand on it
pull out them sticks if i feel a n+gga playin’ on me
b+tch don’t put your hands on me (nah)
lookin’ at myself with them bands on me (yeah)
[outro: tec]
i’ma stand on it, stand on it (ay, ay, ay)
i’ma stand on it, i’ma stand on it (ay, ay, ay)
i’ma stand on it, stand on it (ay, ay, ay)
i’ma stand on it, i’ma stand on it (ay, ay, ay)
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