Lyrics Stand For - Chillinit, Lisi

Stand For

Yeah fucken oath
What would you stand for?
420Fam
What would you stand for?
Sydney to Brisbane, stand up
What would you stand for, like
Tell me what would you stand for?
Like
Yeah what would you stand for?
Would you stand with your bredren?
I don’t want war, but a phone call’s made
Brah tell me would you stand in my trenches?
Yeah, how could you stand for the truth?
The truth is, you can’t stand your reflection
We got the bottles and the babes and the blunts
Still in the club, ten men in my section
Jack’s come we don’t answer a question, Rah
Grrr fuck off
Clean sweep the cash, you best dust off
Crew got rejected, security checks
Yes we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked
Fire escapist, save a quick rush job
Sneak in half my mates and get one shot
Two shot, three shot, four shot
Pull up the flavours, I don’t pull cards, pull favours argh (Sheesh)
Hold up, get a whole one
Sold, done, shake them poles then get doll’d up
Booty like «Fuck me slowly"best fold up
Looking like an Uncle Toby girl rolled up with a rolled one that she rolled up
So the whole club got smoke and the coke was like Goldust
Girl, work this out just like Cole does
Yeah sex and drugs, thought I told ya
I, make the paper at a bank, Jason Statham when I Crank
Got off the grains, all that she can transport it
And my baby just blaze on the dank, I get wasted on drank
King Of The Hill like I’m Hank
Sippin the?
Takin' a flight, Copacabana
Let’s keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank
We put in work, Thotiana when she twerk
Drop it harder, make it work
Call her Schapelle Corby, get the bodyboard
She got the quarter of ganja and herb and she run it up
My bitches don’t give a fuck, my bitches body this up
Let me be blunt, my bitches snuck into ravers, she smuggled the pills in her
cunt
Don’t give a fuck, that is just us (Hoo)
2017 when I walked in the foyer
And the first thing I said when I first got done by the Jacks «Go talk to the
lawyer»
Clubs on, strapped up, ten rounds of the box and a Oscar, that’s De La Hoya
And a bad gal lookin all crisp but a chip on her shoulder, I don’t mean Sawyer,
ah
Never stoppin till this hurts, check the clock and let it turn
I still got brothers that don’t be discussin cause they got their Kero to wash
out the burn, now ain’t you concerned?
That be the hustle my brotha, this cheddar is all that we know
All for the dough, do what we meant to, «e, my bro check for the stamp like an
envelope, but no joke
Why spend fifty bucks for quick fix or a hit or a pick me up?
We on business so we don’t wanna shiv
No cunt, we Bris this up, a quick little fisticuff
And we live to fight another day, live to fight another way
Quick to light another J, grip her tighter on the waist
Bitches like it when I blaze so let’s roll it up (Yeah, yeah)
I got big smokes and big spliffs
I got big bros and big shit, and my bitch know that I’m it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Get a quick fix, cause the bitches wanna hit it just for fitness
I had her grippin on my riches like a Fitbit
I could put a little bitch up on the dick list (Uh)
420, I like the good ganja, I stick with a pack cause life is too hard
I’m more than the one, my Formula’s 1
I drift from the pack, I’m Michael Schumacher, haha
Player to death, paper and cheques
Back in a jiffy, I flew up to Brizzy, I told my boy Lisi to say with your chest
Said it with my chest, don’t worry you’ll see that I’m always comin at em like
a molecule
Fuck, ya know I got skill, how they gonna talk about I’m not real?
Then they’re gonna run their mouths
But when I come around I make em drop like they tryna pop pills
This ain’t a cap, MD
They gas me but my tanks empty
And now I’m taking the win, NT
I ask my Uso what he does with an Esky
He said «I Chill in it»
Aw, that’s why you spit cold
Cat’s a buzz I’m just tryna spit bold
I’ve got a text from my chick named Nicole
But my Uso Chill said she got a big hole, no thanks
Next, I remember when they didn’t wanna text
Now they see me and they just wanna sex
Ain’t Coco Pops but I’m tryna make cheques on the mic
They know that I kill, they can say that I don’t have skill
Always on some hater shit, they’re like Jada Smith
Tryna fuck around with my Will
But I promise they will never touch that
Tryna stop me, but I told em «Fuck that»
These kids talk too much like Rugrats
And if you got better bars, better run that
Don’t talk the talk if you don’t walk the walk
Cause I promise that you won’t get far
And your skill set’s high but you got no drive
You’re a mommy of a broke down car
But I guess it’s alright, staying up on the grind, all day all night
Uso I don’t smoke weed but I only smoke mics
Since I attack the track, then listen to me and my Uso take it back, to back
Chilly and the Lisi gettin litty with a pretty white wine when we came to the
party
Sparky, but it’s bark up with the blunts, and I trap like?
like Damian Marty
(Mark one, step in the party like who want’s some?
I’m a tough motherfucker, they don’t wanna punch on
Hustle till I get the cheque
And like a gym freak you know that I rep the set)
Get ready, get ready, their legs like spaghetti
Get spun bruddah bruddah, get whopped just like Fetty
(Got your girlfriend and her pants strapped like confetti
Then I’mma cut your grass like I got the machete)
Head steady, head steady, the crew good like Freddie
Get bun cause the Guru’s the One just like Headie
(I don’t wanna ever hear them say that they’re heavy
Cause that’s when shit gets ugly like Betty)
And as far as the bar game go, yeah the tracks go down and a man gets
slaughtered
And the shit be an RKO when I SmackDown throw, that’s Randy Orton
(While I’m Mick Foley or Dwayne Johnson every time that I’m in this bitch
Cause if I sock the cunt then I’mma rock the cunt, Walk off like it didn’t mean
shit)