Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stand Up, artist - Yung Booke
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stand Up |
Posted up right in the trenches |
The OGs was teaching us lessons |
They told me get up and go get it |
And stack so I get me a milly |
No time to lay up with them bitches |
Ho caught me no feelings |
Ride 'round with lil meek, he the realest |
It’s a whole lot of cash and a pigeon |
My time, it comin' I feel it |
Can’t play, gotta be 'bout your business |
Got war scars all on my back from being backstabbed so fuck being friendly |
When I come through I’m in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me |
up in it |
With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of 'em extended |
Woah woah, word around town |
Uno nigga poppin', fuck nigga we got now, ayy |
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound |
They gon' have to try and find you like Nemo |
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon' drown |
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call |
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah |
We gotta stand up, ayy |
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy |
'Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy |
'Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no |
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up |
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera |
Let’s get it |
Real niggas who we are boy |
Stand up and applaud for us |
Fuck a nerd, we’ll drag a screech |
Like nails on a chalkboard |
Boy you fighting in the wrong war |
All of the things we fought for |
Prezi Rollie but I’m never voting |
Everybody running is the wrong choice |
I get the drop on the opps |
Never put trust in a cop |
Young shooters like early Bad Boy |
They run around with the locks |
Dreading your days in the kitchen |
Seein' how they whip a pot |
Old time nigga, Jigga Boo |
How you sell that shit back to your block |
You a fuckin' sell out nigga |
Woah woah, word around town |
Uno nigga poppin', fuck nigga we got now, ayy |
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound |
They gon' have to try and find you like Nemo |
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon' drown |
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call |
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah |
We gotta stand up, ayy |
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy |
'Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy |
'Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no |
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up |
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera |
I got on Louis V linens |
I see the police in my business |
They just gave my homie a sentence |
For slangin' that Dennis the Menace |
Hands up, don’t shoot |
Tryna jam us, we cool |
Excuse me officer, I’m no fool |
I let the OG’s drop jewels |
I’ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno |
RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code |
I’m in the coupe, that be that two door |
I’ma pull up with a hundred Latinos |
I got your main bitch at home on my other line |
Fuck it, I’m rockin' them Timbs in the summer time |
Fuck the police, they be tryna act colorblind |
I swear they gon' make me go buy me another nine |
Woah woah, word around town |
Uno nigga poppin', fuck nigga we got now, ayy |
Barrel got potato on it, it won’t make a sound |
They gon' have to try and find you like Nemo |
Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon' drown |
Brr, brr, that’s the bird call |
Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah |
We gotta stand up, ayy |
Please don’t shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy |
'Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy |
'Cause the color of our skin they don’t understand us, no |
Got to stop killing each other, together let’s stand up |
They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera |