Lyrics Stand On It - Quando Rondo

Yeah
You know there levels to this shit or whatever like that
You know I ain't in no competition with no nigga
I just want everybody to stand on what the fuck they say
(Mama know who Cub$kout is)

You say you gon' kill me, bitch nigga, you better stand on it
One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I
Double that, two hundred grand on me
Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like
Double back, like fuck, let's stand on it
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't
Do no dick ridin', got my own money
Get suited up then drop your mask, all
For them racks, he tryna score something
These pussy niggas got me mad like they
Thе only ones gon' blow something
Bitch, I'm retardеd, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc
That lil' nigga 'bout that action, killers
On go, they don't wanna smoke with him

I'ma introduce you to my team, we Jump
Out Gang, we quick to hop out
Black quick to shoot Glocks with them beams
Bands in my jeans like come get knocked off
Jack in the box, these niggas clowns, like
Why the fuck they still ain't pop out?
One by one, we knock 'em down, don't
Think shit sweet, I want the top dog
You better keep that firearm 'cause once it's
Once it up, boy, it can't come down
Like fuck a fight, year twenty-one, boy, I tote four pounds
Up in public, it could still go down
Two different notes inside my blunt, the windows rolled down
We got it all, pull up and shop, four
Hundred bags and I want four pounds
Don't let no cars come on this block
I'm 'bout lil' Ralph, somebody know something
I told Quan to grip the wheel while I rose out, like let's go roll one
This shit get real inside the field, stay
On the porch, you ain't gon' smoke nothing
I watch the sunset from the hills inside my
Mansion with that pole on me

You say you gon' kill me, bitch nigga, you better stand on it
One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double
That, two hundred grand on me
Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like
Double back, like fuck, let's stand on it
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do
No dick ridin', got my own money
Get suited up then drop your mask, all for
Them racks, he tryna score something
These pussy niggas got me mad like they the
Only ones gon' blow something
Bitch, I'm retarded, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc
That lil' nigga 'bout that action, killers on go,
They don't wanna smoke with him (Ha)

Big MAC-11, throw that down too
Keep protection, you know that they found too
Don't do no rappin' but I'm screamin' out seven, I'm from a damn zoo
We known for steppin', all y'all fuck niggas
Scary, I'm tryna blam, dude
Wrap it in plastic, I don't know shit 'bout no
Scammin', I'd rather sell food
New Lamborghini, drive that bitch like a
Camry while countin' up these blues
These niggas envy, I done peeped all the
Actions, they want my fuckin' shoes
Prada and Fendi, love to drip different
Fabrics, you know that cash rules
That brand new Caddie, I done copped a lil'
Daddy, then got it bulletproofed
All 'bout this Patek, boy, you know that we
Whackin', we puttin' 'em on the news
I want straight static, I might top off the Xanny with that Glock 22
Order a casket, it's for you and your family,
I'm touchin' someone, move
Boy, I'm a savage, on the other end, family
Think I don't do nothing wrong

You say you gon' kill me, bitch nigga, you better stand on it
One dirty Glock, two dirty cups, I double
That, two hundred grand on me
Fresh on the block, me and my thug, like
Double back, like fuck, let's stand on it
I ain't never trippin' 'bout no cash, I don't do
No dick ridin', got my own money
Get suited up then drop your mask, all for
Them racks, he tryna score something
These pussy niggas got me mad like they the
Only ones gon' blow something
Bitch, I'm retarded, I might flash, true blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc
That lil' nigga 'bout that action, killers on go,
They don't wanna smoke with him