STANDOUT Lyrics

Trying to remember what I

Trying to remember what I

Can't remember what I said

Cannot put my finger on it

Tryna feel me out

She wanna put her hands on me

Imma stand out, respect how I stand on it

Finally got that paper

Let me put some grams on it

I meant grams in it

If I get that paper

Make sure that my mans get it

Seen so many grams

I'm one of Nana's grandchildren

No more Sunday dinners

But we got that damn chicken

Gotta place an order

Damn near worth a mail ticket

Fucked around, get cooked

In this bitch like Hell's Kitchen

We was outside

We wasn't watching television

Tryna be my mama

Sorry baby, I don't need permission

25, no kids

Bitch, I ain't kidding

Wanna play house

Just to see just how I'm living

I ain't got no kids

But they act just like my children

Foot up on these niggas necks

Guess I got step children, uh

Ask me if I miss her

If she left me, no, not really

This weed, what's in my cup

Same color my heart, you dig it?

You always geeked up

Oh yeah, I love the feeling

Bitch, I feel like Wayne

I'm sipping drank

Ain't got no fucking ceilings