Standby - 607

Hand cannon for the danger

Don’t got to keep one in the chamber…

You wanna know what’s the price

But ain’t got no money, you bout to get strangled

You trying to figure my life?

Don’t talk to my mama she think I’ma angel

You want some help and advice

Don’t talk to my partners they looking to stang you

Wanna glow up nigga stick around

Pussy niggas like to dick around

Yo money low cause you don’t get around

Only hang around who you fit around

Ya baby mama lost a couple pounds

She could get it then, she can get it now

You don’t like that she be in her feelings

I can deal with it it I’ma sit her down

You can miss me wit the kingpin talk

Everybody growing weed

Growing money is what we ain’t bein taught

Let me put you up to speed

But that’s bout to be a fee

Fuck you bitch ain’t nothing free

When you ball you gone take the credit

You’re not sending people back to me

Niggas with no brothers call everybody brother don’t nobody love ya nigga

Buddy hit ya sister ate a meal with your mother turn around and fuck ya nigga

Buss ya head wit the Glock til you got a big knot full of pus nigga

I’ma push ya to the limit til you see the difference you ain’t no hustler nigga

Do my pain make you uncomfortable?

Picture how it made me feel eating on them lunchables

Sipping them Capri suns watching the Maury reruns

Til the weed come

Heard about millions was trying to see some

If i lose, I will handle it player

No whining, no crying for me

My W’s outnumber my L’s

Standby, it’s nothing to a G

Stomach was touching my back;

it made me a monster

Show me the racks, I bet you I find a way back;

I don’t need a compass

Loving a rat, I learned a good lesson from that;

I can’t be no sponsor

Stuck in the trap wit no luck and a strap is so normal I’m actually comfortable

Tucking the gat, I’m telling you nothing but facts

God is my witness nigga

Fuck up a sack I throw it and double it back

I’m out here getting it nigga

Physical fitness nigga, on you like housing, cancel Christmas nigga

Caught in my wave he drowning, look how they found him

Somebody get this nigga

First I got it out the mud

Now I get it out the safe

First I did it outta love

Now everybody got to pay

Goon boom chopstick

Hammer go click when I blick

Hocking loogies at your fit

I’ma shake back wit no licks

Finish easy cause I start harder

Mob life, call me godfather

I don’t mind, swim in shark water

I’m a power line, You a car charger

False martyr

Fuck a hellcat bitch I’d rather drive a hard bargain

How you 'pose to run a franchise when you let ya baby mama outsmart you?

Do my pain make you uncomfortable?

Picture how it made me feel eating on them lunchables

Sipping them Capri suns watching the Maury reruns

Til the weed come

Heard about millions was trying to see some

If i lose, I will handle it player

No whining, no crying for me

My W’s outnumber my L’s

Standby, it’s nothing to a G