STAND OFF (feat. Munchii & Milano the Don)

Whiskey in the cup we ain't sipping on a Malbec They know I'm the king so my head is where the crown rests Automatic cal techs, Two arms outstretched Ten paces, turnaround and draw like the Wild West Gun smoke, inhaling the fumes till my lungs broke Red moon on the horizon the scene blood soaked So much heat getting pulled you'll get a sun stroke All I ever needed was one rifle and one scope If you gotta problem then I'm sliding through ya block Locked (locked) Loaded (loaded) Firing the chop Riding through ya spot with a big stick like Gandalf I pull a gun, you pull a gun Stand off Ace in the hole, this a pimps up, hoe down Gatling blow, turn this to an Alamo showdown Nobody around, just us, and a ghost town Quick draw, we could see who fall when it go down Whole gang with me bunch a mother fucking bandits All I needs a tip of the hat and they gon' blam shit Blood brothers we branded understand it At the last stand who the fuck are you gon' stand wit If you gotta problem then I'm sliding through ya block Locked (locked) Loaded (loaded) Firing the chop Riding through ya spot with a big stick like Gandalf I pull a gun, you pull a gun Stand off