The Standard Lyrics

Man I can't stand it

Everybody question me

They don't want no answers

Baby who's gonna know

That I'm the standard

Who's gonna know

That I drive phantoms

Better lose your tone

And watch your manners

Chopper chopper to bass slide

You run and hide

Let you have your fun in the lights

But it's my time

Call her my bitch

You know I don't waste my time

Vice grip my shit

I'm the standard don't you lie

Judging me cause I be in my zone

I love the way she touching them toes

The paper calling me cause I'm the goat

I got my back surviving on my own

This that big dick shit smooth drip

Ace pick still have to be a bit tighter

The stage won't weigh me down

I'm a beast channeling fire

Gonna burn your pupils off

Before my lease of life expire

I'm a killer for hire rewired

Top down, know this the shit

When I'm in the mix

I'm seeing you right now

Like an alien from my spaceship

My nigga for real I'm bad as it gets

Fired my agent cause I'm too legit

Now I'm stacking whips like I stack my chips

Baddies wanna ride talking about this dick

Oh yeah you really noticed

So super focused

Do my thing disappear like hocus pocus

Want my passcode never own it

Your composure never hold it

Round me I'm just too ferocious

Stomping on you like a rodent

Don't just break you I leave you broken

Man I can't

Stand it

Everybody question me

They don't want no answers

Baby who's gonna know that I'm the standard

Who's gonna know that I drive phantoms?

Better lose your tone

And watch your manners

Chopper roof gone

Now we posting in Atlanta

Don't know who saw

We ain't snitching we ain't answer

I need suits on

Taking pictures with them dancers

You just too soft

Spraying bullets got you dancing

This that big dick shit smooth drip

Ace pick still have to be a bit tighter

The stage won't wear me down

I'm a beast channeling fire

Gonna burn your pupils off

Before my lease of life expire

I'm what the killers for hire admire

Whole new day same old distractions

Gotta hop in my car hope I don't crash it

Saw a side of my self might just collapse yeah

Need just a little

My time just about is due

You tough as a rock yeah

But soft as a tissue

I link up with shawty

She suck on my pistol

Broads chain link

When they come and see me

Got the whole damn world

Trying demand things from me

Man I can't

Stand it

Everybody question me

They don't want no answers

Baby who's gonna know

That I'm the standard

Who's gonna know

That I drive phantoms?

Better lose your tone and watch your manners

Chopper roof gone now we posting in Atlanta

Don't know who saw

We ain't snitching we ain't answer

I need suits on

Taking pictures with them dancers

You just too soft

Spraying bullets got you dancing

Man I can't stand it

Everybody question me

They don't want no answers

Baby who's gonna know

That I'm the standard

Who's gonna know

That I drive phantoms

Better lose your tone

And watch your manners