Lyrics Standby - 607

Standby

Hand cannon for the danger
Don’t got to keep one in the chamber…
You wanna know what’s the price
But ain’t got no money, you bout to get strangled
You trying to figure my life?
Don’t talk to my mama she think I’ma angel
You want some help and advice
Don’t talk to my partners they looking to stang you
Wanna glow up nigga stick around
Pussy niggas like to dick around
Yo money low cause you don’t get around
Only hang around who you fit around
Ya baby mama lost a couple pounds
She could get it then, she can get it now
You don’t like that she be in her feelings
I can deal with it it I’ma sit her down
You can miss me wit the kingpin talk
Everybody growing weed
Growing money is what we ain’t bein taught
Let me put you up to speed
But that’s bout to be a fee
Fuck you bitch ain’t nothing free
When you ball you gone take the credit
You’re not sending people back to me
Niggas with no brothers call everybody brother don’t nobody love ya nigga
Buddy hit ya sister ate a meal with your mother turn around and fuck ya nigga
Buss ya head wit the Glock til you got a big knot full of pus nigga
I’ma push ya to the limit til you see the difference you ain’t no hustler nigga
Do my pain make you uncomfortable?
Picture how it made me feel eating on them lunchables
Sipping them Capri suns watching the Maury reruns
Til the weed come
Heard about millions was trying to see some
If i lose, I will handle it player
No whining, no crying for me
My W’s outnumber my L’s
Standby, it’s nothing to a G
Stomach was touching my back;
it made me a monster
Show me the racks, I bet you I find a way back;
I don’t need a compass
Loving a rat, I learned a good lesson from that;
I can’t be no sponsor
Stuck in the trap wit no luck and a strap is so normal I’m actually comfortable
Tucking the gat, I’m telling you nothing but facts
God is my witness nigga
Fuck up a sack I throw it and double it back
I’m out here getting it nigga
Physical fitness nigga, on you like housing, cancel Christmas nigga
Caught in my wave he drowning, look how they found him
Somebody get this nigga
First I got it out the mud
Now I get it out the safe
First I did it outta love
Now everybody got to pay
Goon boom chopstick
Hammer go click when I blick
Hocking loogies at your fit
I’ma shake back wit no licks
Finish easy cause I start harder
Mob life, call me godfather
I don’t mind, swim in shark water
I’m a power line, You a car charger
False martyr
Fuck a hellcat bitch I’d rather drive a hard bargain
How you 'pose to run a franchise when you let ya baby mama outsmart you?
Do my pain make you uncomfortable?
Picture how it made me feel eating on them lunchables
Sipping them Capri suns watching the Maury reruns
Til the weed come
Heard about millions was trying to see some
If i lose, I will handle it player
No whining, no crying for me
My W’s outnumber my L’s
Standby, it’s nothing to a G