Stand Up

[Chorus] Dip Set, stand up Leron, stand up D Town, stand up Avenue, stand up (Aye) Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye) Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye) Low Life, stand up Murder drive, stand up Dogg Pound, stand up Parkway, stand up (Aye) Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye, aye, aye) Throw them fuckin' trays up [Verse 1] No, this ain't a movie, but this the future presentation Fuck the bullshit, I'm goin' in about the situation Hit his ass up with that .9, no hesitation Have his ass beat like a bitch on a menstruation Aw, I don't think he realize what his ass facin' 'Til I catch late-night slippin' in that gas station Leave your ass in that gas station Send him to the morgue and turn his ass into a karma patient It's a bang, bang gang Eastside, what up I'm young money crazy, lil' Vernon, that's my brother Free my nigga Maino Rest in peace Weebo Leron, bitch, throw them L's up for Lil Moe I don't got to shoot, my lil' niggas come and let it blow If you lookin' for me, we be posted by the corner store [?] city, we the best on the fuckin' [?] I don't know what you'll do for your respect, but imma die for mine [Chorus] Dip Set, stand up Leron, stand up D Town, stand up Avenue, stand up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Low Life, stand up Murder drive, stand up Dogg Pound, stand up Parkway, stand up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up [Verse 2] Hatin' is my major, that's crazy, so stop then Navy blue, Impala, tint windows, ridin' '010 I'm tryna rest in green, I ain't tryna rest in peace This rappin', and this street shit Gettin' close to me shit Leanin' every day like I'm tryna OD, shit Laid back, .40 on my lap, lowkey shit Hustle on knees, Four Corners, 4C shit Niggas talkin' to the lot, hopin' we don't see shit [?] got called up Charges bein' brought up Word from his mama, tryna slam him with a [?] You know that Tim case that he beat was bein' brought up Charles, don't worry, we keepin' eyes on your daughters Leave the lot, no evidence Poppin' all revolvers [?] we drove Chargers Clip long as shoe strings Clappin' shells, wafters Aimin' at no kids, at no boys, at no toddlers [Chorus] Dip Set, stand up Leron, stand up D Town, stand up Avenue, stand up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Low Life, stand up Murder drive, stand up Dogg Pound, stand up Parkway, stand up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up Throw them fuckin' trays up