Stand Straight Up

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, yeah

Oh, woah

I stand straight up off lean, I can jump on a four (Yeah-yeah), yeah

And that's that Wock'

I stand straight up off lean, I can jump on a four

I don't like Tris (Yeah, yeah)

My dawg like Tris though

[Chorus]

Fuck on this bitch, I don't know her before (Woah)

I could stand on lean, I could jump on a four

She said I ain't lit, I could bustdown your ho (Ice)

Icewear on my dick, I can bustdown your ho

Jump on the lean, yeah, the Wock' is a four

Talkin' to Hublot, the watch is a phone (Huh?)

When I'm on the phone, I don't talk about bowls (Hello?)

'Cause all these niggas be cops on the phone (Phew)

I'm with my dogs more than Michael Vick (Ah)

Know how to bop but I ain't tryna to hit

Say that I'm weird, but I got a stick (Skrrt)

Only thing I know is shoot 'til it click

[Verse]

Fuck your whole gang, nigga, fuck your clique

Fuck everybody that you donе came with

I don't drive Wraiths but they need a rakе

When they in the club to clean up the mit

I'm in the club, her ass big as shit

Look at her jeans they don't even fit

Money my mind but think with my dick

Kick a bitch out, but cup, I can't kick (Bye)

Give money my mom even when I'm broke

Ten-thousand dollars should still hold you over

I got sad when my grandma got sick

Man, that shit made me get cold shoulder (Woah)

Caffeine all in my veins, I don't even mean no goddamn Folger (Woah)

Now this 1.5 gonna hold you over (Woah)

Lil Wayne, that's my grandma's favorite rapper (Favorite rapper)

I can't beat his lyricism so I'm her favorite trapper (Trapper)

I'm a star and I'm lit, I fucked every dancer (Every dancer)

They're still tryna link with me and be like, "What happened?" (What happened?)

She spent one night with me then hit her baby daddy (What happened?)

Take her somewhere on vaca', reassure she a baddie (What happened?)

Smack her on her ass to let her know she got a fatty

And my boots was Himalayan, their new shit's was Camper (Yeah)

Me and Bueby movin' pounds, stackin', really collectin'

We want all our money now and we want it damper

Block star, rock star, bitch I'm Lenny Kravitz

You pray to your God I fall off but I been havin'

Woah, and that's some real shit

Real ho turn out fake and fake ho be that real bitch

Woah, and that's some real shit

Nigga tried to take my Trackhawk, had to get a kill switch (Woah)

[Pre-Chorus]

Oh, yeah

Oh, woah

I stand straight up off lean, I can jump on a four (Yeah-yeah), yeah

And that's that Wock'

I stand straight up off lean, I can jump on a four

I don't like Tris (Yeah, yeah)

My dawg like Tris though

[Chorus]

Fuck on this bitch, I don't know her before (Woah)

I could stand on lean, I could jump on a four

She said I ain't lit, I could bustdown your ho (Ice)

Icewear on my dick, I can bustdown your ho

Jump on the lean, yeah, the Wock' is a four

Talkin' to Hublot, the watch is a phone (Huh?)

When I'm on the phone, I don't talk about bowls (Hello?)

'Cause all these niggas be cops on the phone (Phew)

I'm with my dogs more than Michael Vick (Ah)

Know how to bop but I ain't tryna to hit

Say that I'm weird, but I got a stick (Skrrt)

Only thing I know is shoot 'til it click