Stand For (feat. Lisi)

Yeah, fuckin' oath What would you stand for? 420Fam What would you stand for? Sydney to Brisbane, stand up What would you stand for? Like Tell me, what would you stand for? Like Yeah, what would you stand for? Would you stand with your bredrens? I don't want war, but a phone call's made Brah, tell me, would you stand in my trenches? Yeah, how could you stand for the truth When the truth is, you can't stand your reflection? We got bottles, babes, blunts Still in the club, ten men in my section Jacks come, we don't answer a question, fuck off Clean sweep the cash, you best dust off Crew got rejected, security checks Yes, we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked Fire escape, we're safe, a quick rush job Sneak in half my mates and get one shot Two shot, three shot, four shot, pull up the flavours I don't pull cards, pull favours, argh (Sheesh) Hold up, get a whole one Sold, done, shake on poles then get dolled up Booty like, "Fuck me slowly", best fold up Looking like a Uncle Toby, girl, rolled up With a rolled one that she rolled up So the whole club got smoke and the coke was like gold dust Girl, work this out, just like Cole does Yeah, sex and drugs, thought I told ya I make the paper at a bank Jason Statham when I crank Girl, if the grams all that she can transport her Then my baby just blaze on the dank I get wasted on drank King of the hill like I'm Hank Sippin' the pilli you drank Takin' a flight, copacabana Let's keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank We put in work, Thotiana when she twerk Drop it harder, make it work Call her Schapelle Corby, get the bodyboard She got the quarter of ganja and herb and she run it up My bitches don't give a fuck, my bitches body this up Let me be blunt, my bitches snuck into ravers She smuggled the pills in her - Don't give a fuck, that was just us 2017, when I walked in the foyer And the first thing I said when I first got done by the jacks "Go talk to the lawyer" Gloves on, strapped up Ten rounds of the box and a Oscar, that's De La Hoya And a bad gal lookin' all crisp But a chip on her shoulder, I don't mean Sawyer, ah Never stoppin' 'til this hurts Check the clock and let it turn I still got brothers that don't be discussin' 'Cause they use their kero to wash out the burn It ain't your concern That be the hustle, my brother This cheddar is all that we know, all for the dough Do what we meant to, quote My bro check for the stamp like a envelope, but no joke Why spend fifty bucks for quick fix or a hit or a pick-me-up? We on business, so we don't wanna shiv no cunt We Bris this up, a quick little fisticuff And we live to fight another day, live to find another way Quick to light another J, grip her tighter on the waist Bitches like it when I blaze, so let's roll it up (yeah, yeah) I got big smokes and big spliffs I got big bros and big shit And my bitch knows that I'm it, yeah, yeah, yeah Get a quick fix, 'cause the bitches wanna hit it just for fitness I had her grippin' on my riches like a Fitbit I could put a little bitch up on the dick list (uh) 420, I light the good ganja I stick with a pack 'cause life is too hard I'm more than the one, my formula's one So I drift from the pack, I'm Michael Schumacher, haha Player to death, paper and cheques Back in a jiffy, I flew up to Brissie I told my boy Lisi to say with your chest Said it with my chest, don't worry, uce You know that I'm always comin' at 'em like a molecule Fuckin' oath, I got skill How they gonna talk about I'm not real? Then they're gonna run their mouth But when I come around I make 'em drop like they tryna pop pills This ain't a cap, MD They gas me but my tank's empty And now I'm taking da win, NT I ask my uso what he does with an esky He said, "I chill in it" Aw, that's why you spit cold Cancer bars, I'm just tryna spit bold I've got a text from my chick named Nicole But my uso Chill said she's got a big hole No, thanks, next I remember when they didn't wanna text Now they see me and they just wanna sex Ain't Coco Pops, but I'm tryna make cheques On the mic, they know that I kill They can never say that I don't have skill Always on some hater shit, they're like Jada Smith Tryna fuck around with my will But I promise they will never touch that Tryna stop me, but I told 'em, "Fuck that" These kids talk too much, like Rugrats And if you got better bars, better run that Don't talk the talk if you don't walk the walk Because I promise that you won't get far And your skillset's high, but you got no drive You remind me of a broke-down car But I guess it's alright We stay up on the grind, all day, all night Uso, I don't smoke weed, but I only smoke mics Since I attack the track They listen to me and my uso take it Back to back Chilly and the Lisi gettin' litty With a bitty white wine when we came to the party Sparky, but I spark up with the blunts And I trap like "'Sup?" like Damian Marley Mark one, step in the party like, "Who wants some?" I'm a tough motherfucker, they don't wanna punch on Hustle 'til I get the cheque And like a gym freak, you know that I rep the set Get ready, get ready, their legs like spaghetti Get spun, brudda, brudda, get whopped just like Fetty Got your girlfriend and her pants strapped like confetti Then I'ma cut your grass like I got the machete Head steady, head steady, the crew good like Freddie Get bun 'cause the guru's the one, just like Headie I don't wanna ever hear them say that they're heavies 'Cause that's when shit gets ugly like Betty And as far as the bar game go Yeah, the tracks go down then a man gets slaughtered And this shit be a RKO When I SmackDown throw, that's Randy Orton While I'm Mick Foley or Dwayne Johnson Every time that I'm in this bitch 'Cause if I sock the cunt, then I'ma rock the cunt Walk off like it didn't mean shit