Stand on It (REMIX) Topnotch Swave (Ft. Sada Baby)
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Stand on it Remix
[Chorus]
I ain’t never ran from a nigga
I’m a stand ten toes as it is
These niggas talking tough on the internet
So when they see me better stand on it then
Cause if I put a price on they head
They gone say I’m dead wrong for the shit
Cause niggas think they safe on the other side
Until I shoot a Hail Mary out the clip
[VERSE]
Bitch I got bands, I ain’t playing bout my top
Bitch I got bands, I ain’t playing with no oops
Bitch I got hands, so these guns ain’t no props
Look I got the type of money, make the whole city stop
Keep on thinking this shit sweet and try me like a sucka
I bet I pop em , leave em bleeding, leaking like a gusher
These bullets hit em, now he burning singing like he usher
I tried to tell em these ain't rhymes, I ain’t that nigga Busta
Cause boy I got the power like that nigga 50
You know I keep that yappa on me, automatic semi
Got a plug out in Houston, I ain’t talking Whitney
My niggas serving white girl, we just call it brittney
I got percs, i got weed and a couple beans
Told the plug fuck that, give me more of these
I bet I stretch it like a movie from a couple scene
Until I’m swimming in the money, pool full of a green
[Chorus]
I ain’t never ran from a nigga
I’m a stand ten toes as it is
These niggas talking tough on the internet
So when they see me better stand on it then
Cause if I put a price on they head
They gone say I’m dead wrong for the shit
Cause niggas think they safe on the other side
Until I shoot a Hail Mary out the clip
[VERSE]
Bitch I got bands, I ain’t playing bout my top
Bitch I got bands, I ain’t playing with no oops
Bitch I got hands, so these guns ain’t no props
Look I got the type of money, make the whole city stop
Keep on thinking this shit sweet and try me like a sucka
I bet I pop em , leave em bleeding, leaking like a gusher
These bullets hit em, now he burning singing like he usher
I tried to tell em these ain't rhymes, I ain’t that nigga Busta
Cause boy I got the power like that nigga 50
You know I keep that yappa on me, automatic semi
Got a plug out in Houston, I ain’t talking Whitney
My niggas serving white girl, we just call it brittney
I got percs, i got weed and a couple beans
Told the plug fuck that, give me more of these
I bet I stretch it like a movie from a couple scene
Until I’m swimming in the money, pool full of a green
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