Stand Up Guy

This tape finna be so hard (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)

Ayy, ayy (Lil' bitch ask did I cheat)

Y'all here?

Here we go again

Ayy, ShittyBoyz

Lil' bitch ask was I cheating, threw my hands up

Stripper said I wasn't big lit, threw some bands up

Rifle with the legs on it, I can't shoot it stant up

.223, I'll send this bitch through yo mans' buffs

Ayy, I'm acting bad

Senior year I was rocking Fendi, fuck them bad grades

Big fire, put it on 'em like an ashtray

Ain't got no checks to drop, it's a Apple jack day

New toy on the West, it's yo heartbeat

Foreign key fire, this lil' bitch don't got a car key

Walk into the store, bitch, I'm Mister Make The Card Beep

Had to take the Off-Wheezy off 'cause the car's heat

In the deep, big splash, this the shark tank

I'ma swipe once 'cause the card blank

Crashed off the Wock', let me make sure the car straight

I ain't say shit, she just sent like, alright, thanks

It's hard to think about the bullshit I been through

I'll slam you with this lil' bitch like jiu-jitsu

I'll up top, brother man, boy get sent to

Jack Man, Scam Man, this shit you ain't hip to

Please don't piss my brothers off, they gripping pistols

David versus Goliath, we'll hit him in his temple

I'm big shitty, big shitty, I got credentials

Three man, weaved a lil' bitch, I'm in the middle

This some Skittles, za flyer than a blimp

Orca whale type shit, I ain't riding with no shrimp

Steak and chicken though? Hell yeah, I like it with some shrimp

I got the sliders with the chips

'Miri thigh pads, on my fucking 49ers shit

I pull my dick out, it's that time, ain't got time to kiss

I don't really rap, just a shit talker rhyme on shit

I don't smoke tails but this bitch got 'bout five more hits

Hunnid feet down, you in the shallows, boy, I heard you scrumbling

Function five hunnid deep now 'cause they heard we coming

Wavy than a bitch, no kizzy, I might surf on something

The forty yard dash too flat, burn a turf or something

Pull that light dub out and do my flexy dance

Fucking twin sis, best friends, I'm the Messy Man

You gon' hear some thuds through this bitch, how we stepping, man

7.62s crush his top like a Pepsi can

Wockhardt, iced tea, dirty Arnold Palmer

Big heat, fifteen, bitch, I'm Mario Chalmers

Look in the Bible, I'm the one that damn near started water

Lil' bitch got some good credit, I snuck the card up off her

Sneaky Man, with my grimy-ass

It's always "slatt" this, "slatt" that, with her slimy-ass

Lil' bitch got bougie head but I like to grab

This some icy-ass buffs, brought 'em like a snack

Missile hit him in his chest, stop fighting back

Russian K with the, we'll fight Iraq

Yeah, alright, Lamar Jack, heard you like to fight the sack

Smoking Apple Pie, lil' bitch, I like the thrax

I got a weapon, it's in arm's reach

Lamb' truck, yeah, bitch, I had to park sweet

I'm the leading scorer now, coach ain't gotta start me

Do I got a heart? Oh, a heart? Shit, bitch, hardly

I'm starting to think I'm chosen, for real

Shit, that's what people saying

Hellcat with the bicep in it, I got some demons waiting

Track.2s lights with them, wore for three occasions

Rock Off-White, my pop's black so don't think I'm racist

She gave me dome like Ford Field

"Tron, how the fuck you do that?", pussy, I was born real

Picked the bitch up out the trenches, this how foreigns feel

Last week sent an opp up, he in orbit still

Boy, he's outta there

I see the cops then I'm outta there

I get the head then I, boy, I'm outta there

I hit the Runtz, now I'm outta air

Ooh, shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, ayy