Stand On It ft. 5SB Silk Lyrics

Five-Star STS

We the best nigga, hit em in his chest nigga

Look

Glizzy singin' Trey songs, couple shots, got him sayin' ahh

Guap took me to the spot, finna play the block And we OP, nigga play, we gon' spray the

chop

I wish Chase opened at eight, I can't wait

to drop

Everything changed when I learned about the first six

In the telly watchin' shorty spit to me like a Versus

We get flicked, Jovie, Jenny put it in they

purses

You ain't never seen a ten yet, boy you worthless

That shit come soft, leave hard like the strip club

Spot em got em, get your bitch took if I'm with

Random fans tryna hop in when we flicked up

Five-star STS, world change when we clicked up

Boy, I'm on that road when I'm not rappin'

Put holes in him, got him looking like a sock basket

I ain't goin' on stage if it's not slappin

Nigga dick suckin', you ain't know you get socked chattin'

Put him on the news, beat him made him over famous

Bet it rain same day he pass, so I know he made it

Only Ben, I know it's ten and I know a Franklin Put the belt on the stick, cause he owed a spanking

Walk through the storm by myself before I get somebody wet with me

Put a finger in my business and it get drenched, now you wet, Willie

I don't come outside if I don't get a check, really

That's his third strike, finna send em' to the next inning

Like this first grade, pull his hoe card and turn it red

Choppa perm up his head, when I'm tryna burn a dread

I just sent the cue to my shooter when I turn my head

No Diddy, but he went ghost finna burn his mans

I just popped the cherry on these Off-White fives

Got booked, knowin' you was broke and now you need a lifeline

Get knocked, can't tell, we gon' do that light time

Can add emojis when you send cheese, so I like Chime

Yeah, that nigga is a ham, call him Darvin

Shoot it like Dame and with my brothers call me Marlon

How you wanna hand out, ain't break bread when I was starvin

Better hit me for a feat, cause when I drop, bitch I'm charging

I won't argue about a price, I don't bargain

Yeah, I turn my niggas up, I always tell them they the hardest

Why this bitch think I'm finna cheat? Cause I'm an artist

I treat his whip like valet, I'm finna park it

Yeah, my niggas love to slide on some park shit

In this bitch was Silk, yeah, I'm on some five-star shit

I can't do three, yeah, I need a five-star bitch

Need to leave them young hoes alone, they like to start shit

Know this shit is on the floor just like a carpet

Leave his top red, think he workin' up at Target

Really I'm the shit, you ultra soft, call him Charmin

All the mamas fuck with me cause they said a nigga charmin

With the heat, call me Yeat, I get busy with it

I done spun so many hoes, now she dizzy with it

I'm just waitin' on the plug, he be here in a minute

If you ain't comin' with them M's, I'm stayin' independent

Bro got ADHD, he be fidget spinnin

That nigga rockin' Fear of God, but still sinnin' in it

I don't think he give a fuck, he still drillin' in it

Niggas scared to come up on the block, I be chillin' in it

Yop, on this bitch comfy

Givin' niggas shots after shots like he was a drunkie

Call that nigga crash out cause his ass a flunky

I'll merch it right now, that ain't nobody touch me

Yop, ain't nobody put they hands on me

She fuck with me cause she know I got them bands on me

Damn her ass fat, fuck around and did my dance on it

If you say it's up with me, nigga stand on it