Stand On It Lyrics – Future & Yeat

Stand On It Lyrics latest song by Future & Yeat. The lyrics were written by George Kala & Noah Smith and produced by GeoGotBands

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Stand On It Lyrics

I put that shit together for a job
I put that shit together for a job
If I’m not making money, then I got me some withdrawals
If I’m not at the top, then I won’t do it at all

Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies
Ha, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies
I put that shit together for a job
I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (No)

You ain’t live what I lived (Hold up)
You ain’t did what I did
You ain’t put that shit together and stand on the shit you did
How you runnin’ from some lies you said you already f*ckin’ did?
You say you standin’ on that shit, but all we see you do it sit, boy
Sit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sit
Like a mutt, yeah, yeah, sit
You a b-tch, you ain’t got this f*ckin’ money, guess what it is?
It’s the king Tonka, King world billionaire, b-tch
You can suck my dick, I don’t no f*cks about this shit
I don’t give one f*ck, not two f*ck, not three f*cks, not six
Yeah, I’m with the boy in the 6ix
You don’t gotta like it, but just know I keep them sticks
You don’t gotta like us, but just know I run this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stick

I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, woah)
I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, woah)
If I’m not making money, then I got me some withdrawals
If I’m not at the top, then I won’t do it at all (Nah)

Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies (Zombies)
Yeah, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies (Big dogs)
I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, woah)
I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (Pluto, put that shit, yeah)

Shorty been takin’ them Percs, he out of her mind, he ready to click (Shorty)
Shorty been takin’ them pills, he ready to go splurge at the ?
Shorty been wipin’ nostrils, 730, been on ten (Shorty)
Shorty been catchin’ bodies, done killed his man, he ready to go spin (Shorty)
Switch [blend in, I’m trill?], smacked his whole friend, I’m trill
I just smashed the doors out the ‘Rari, I’ll just buy a plane tomorrow
Bought the b-tch a bag or sum, ain’t get to tell her sorry
See the whole ceilin’ goin up, I just bought a bag of guns
Super, not the average one, version had the diamonds glowin’
Three mil’ in diamonds on, look like an island on her
I ain’t threw stylin’ on her, still tryna hide the money
Get a nigg* cooked for a Perc’, real nigg* goin’ seven-thirty (Ayy)
It’s been a week since you dissed your opp, you must be foldin’ (Ayy)
They say it’s my fault if you fall out on the codeine (Ayy)
I’m just a rich ass junkie, I might OD (Ayy)
I done f*cked around and hit the coke, it make my nose bleed (Ayy)
I put this shit together like a job (Put this shit, woah)
I put that shit together like a job (Put this shit)
Get a mill’ ticket just for me to talk (Woah)
Lil’ bad b-tch done snorted all the block (Woah)

Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies (Ha)
We some big mutts, huh, big doggies
I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, yeah)
I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (Put that shit, yeah)