Stand For - Chillinit, Lisi

Yeah fucken oath

What would you stand for?

420Fam

What would you stand for?

Sydney to Brisbane, stand up

What would you stand for, like

Tell me what would you stand for?

Like

Yeah what would you stand for?

Would you stand with your bredren?

I don’t want war, but a phone call’s made

Brah tell me would you stand in my trenches?

Yeah, how could you stand for the truth?

The truth is, you can’t stand your reflection

We got the bottles and the babes and the blunts

Still in the club, ten men in my section

Jack’s come we don’t answer a question, Rah

Grrr fuck off

Clean sweep the cash, you best dust off

Crew got rejected, security checks

Yes we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked

Fire escapist, save a quick rush job

Sneak in half my mates and get one shot

Two shot, three shot, four shot

Pull up the flavours, I don’t pull cards, pull favours argh (Sheesh)

Hold up, get a whole one

Sold, done, shake them poles then get doll’d up

Booty like «Fuck me slowly"best fold up

Looking like an Uncle Toby girl rolled up with a rolled one that she rolled up

So the whole club got smoke and the coke was like Goldust

Girl, work this out just like Cole does

Yeah sex and drugs, thought I told ya

I, make the paper at a bank, Jason Statham when I Crank

Got off the grains, all that she can transport it

And my baby just blaze on the dank, I get wasted on drank

King Of The Hill like I’m Hank

Sippin the?

Takin' a flight, Copacabana

Let’s keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank

We put in work, Thotiana when she twerk

Drop it harder, make it work

Call her Schapelle Corby, get the bodyboard

She got the quarter of ganja and herb and she run it up

My bitches don’t give a fuck, my bitches body this up

Let me be blunt, my bitches snuck into ravers, she smuggled the pills in her

cunt

Don’t give a fuck, that is just us (Hoo)

2017 when I walked in the foyer

And the first thing I said when I first got done by the Jacks «Go talk to the

lawyer»

Clubs on, strapped up, ten rounds of the box and a Oscar, that’s De La Hoya

And a bad gal lookin all crisp but a chip on her shoulder, I don’t mean Sawyer,

ah

Never stoppin till this hurts, check the clock and let it turn

I still got brothers that don’t be discussin cause they got their Kero to wash

out the burn, now ain’t you concerned?

That be the hustle my brotha, this cheddar is all that we know

All for the dough, do what we meant to, «e, my bro check for the stamp like an

envelope, but no joke

Why spend fifty bucks for quick fix or a hit or a pick me up?

We on business so we don’t wanna shiv

No cunt, we Bris this up, a quick little fisticuff

And we live to fight another day, live to fight another way

Quick to light another J, grip her tighter on the waist

Bitches like it when I blaze so let’s roll it up (Yeah, yeah)

I got big smokes and big spliffs

I got big bros and big shit, and my bitch know that I’m it, yeah, yeah, yeah

Get a quick fix, cause the bitches wanna hit it just for fitness

I had her grippin on my riches like a Fitbit

I could put a little bitch up on the dick list (Uh)

420, I like the good ganja, I stick with a pack cause life is too hard

I’m more than the one, my Formula’s 1

I drift from the pack, I’m Michael Schumacher, haha

Player to death, paper and cheques

Back in a jiffy, I flew up to Brizzy, I told my boy Lisi to say with your chest

Said it with my chest, don’t worry you’ll see that I’m always comin at em like

a molecule

Fuck, ya know I got skill, how they gonna talk about I’m not real?

Then they’re gonna run their mouths

But when I come around I make em drop like they tryna pop pills

This ain’t a cap, MD

They gas me but my tanks empty

And now I’m taking the win, NT

I ask my Uso what he does with an Esky

He said «I Chill in it»

Aw, that’s why you spit cold

Cat’s a buzz I’m just tryna spit bold

I’ve got a text from my chick named Nicole

But my Uso Chill said she got a big hole, no thanks

Next, I remember when they didn’t wanna text

Now they see me and they just wanna sex

Ain’t Coco Pops but I’m tryna make cheques on the mic

They know that I kill, they can say that I don’t have skill

Always on some hater shit, they’re like Jada Smith

Tryna fuck around with my Will

But I promise they will never touch that

Tryna stop me, but I told em «Fuck that»

These kids talk too much like Rugrats

And if you got better bars, better run that

Don’t talk the talk if you don’t walk the walk

Cause I promise that you won’t get far

And your skill set’s high but you got no drive

You’re a mommy of a broke down car

But I guess it’s alright, staying up on the grind, all day all night

Uso I don’t smoke weed but I only smoke mics

Since I attack the track, then listen to me and my Uso take it back, to back

Chilly and the Lisi gettin litty with a pretty white wine when we came to the

party

Sparky, but it’s bark up with the blunts, and I trap like?

like Damian Marty

(Mark one, step in the party like who want’s some?

I’m a tough motherfucker, they don’t wanna punch on

Hustle till I get the cheque

And like a gym freak you know that I rep the set)

Get ready, get ready, their legs like spaghetti

Get spun bruddah bruddah, get whopped just like Fetty

(Got your girlfriend and her pants strapped like confetti

Then I’mma cut your grass like I got the machete)

Head steady, head steady, the crew good like Freddie

Get bun cause the Guru’s the One just like Headie

(I don’t wanna ever hear them say that they’re heavy

Cause that’s when shit gets ugly like Betty)

And as far as the bar game go, yeah the tracks go down and a man gets

slaughtered

And the shit be an RKO when I SmackDown throw, that’s Randy Orton

(While I’m Mick Foley or Dwayne Johnson every time that I’m in this bitch

Cause if I sock the cunt then I’mma rock the cunt, Walk off like it didn’t mean

shit)