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50 on me - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
(good looking for this, cali)
whole lot of gang sh*t, man, y’all on a whole lot of lame sh*t, man (jay lapp, talk to ’em)
big dog sh*t militia sh*t, you know what the f*ck goin’ on, man (dog sh*t militia, dog sh*t militia, b*tch)

[chorus]
hoppin’ out the coupe with fifty on me (sh*t)
all i know for certain is i got the bl!cky on me (brrt)
pop up on him for that sh*t he owed me (yeah)
slide around with drac’, you know this sh*t get sticky, don’t it?
i just want the top, we ain’t finna f*ck (nah)
thirty in the glock, twenties in the buffs (bling)
crack a pint of wock’, pour it in a crush
gettin’ to that guap, b*tch, i’m in a rush (in a rush)

[verse 1]
funny how i get a lot of hoes, but i don’t get you hoes
you ain’t chasin’ pape’, then i don’t know what type of sh*t you on
blower on my hip, boy, playin’ crazy, that’ll get you blown
all these horses in my muscle car, you know the whip too strong (skrrt, skrrt)
ain’t nothin’ switchin’ but the glock (brrt)
open up my dm, hundred b*tches on my c*ck
keep a sleeve on me when it’s hot
unky want the tech, for now, he sippin’ on the wock’
i can’t sit still, i’m the motion man
i got all these hoes in my drawers like a homeless man
back when i ain’t have that sh*t, they ain’t notice stan
now it’s icy buffs, designer kicks, boy, you know it’s stan (bling, bling)
[chorus]
hoppin’ out the coupe with fifty on me (sh*t)
all i know for certain is i got the bl!cky on me (brrt)
pop up on him for that sh*t he owed me (yeah)
slide around with drac’, you know this sh*t get sticky, don’t it?
i just want the top, we ain’t finna f*ck (nah)
thirty in the glock, twenties in the buffs (bling)
crack a pint of wock’, pour it in a crush
gettin’ to that guap, b*tch, i’m in a rush (in a rush)

[verse 2]
b*tch used to ho me, now i’m in them guts
ain’t no money on the floor, then i’m gettin’ up
all that cappin’, he be in the booth fitted up
funny how your mans wanted smoke, now he in a—
okay, alright, now he in a blunt
talkin’ spicy with my ice on, your b*tch finna munch
got a hundred .223s, boy, i ain’t just spinnin’ once
only me and bae, we spent four hundred just on gettin’ lunch
gotta know the bl!ck in my everyday attire
ice ’em like i’m gary, boy, you know i ain’t a fighter
said we gettin’ married, but this b*tch know i’m a liar, huh

[verse 3]
ridin’ with a ten ball in my b*tch tote bag
i ain’t dead, but the off*whites got a toe tag
i done threw a twenty and a forty like the rose bag
i just scammed the f*ckin’ opps’ granny with her old ass
[chorus]
hoppin’ out the coupe with fifty on me (sh*t)
all i know for certain is i got the bl!cky on me (brrt)
pop up on him for that sh*t he owed me (yeah)
slide around with drac’, you know this sh*t get sticky, don’t it?
i just want the top, we ain’t finna f*ck (nah)
thirty in the glock, twenties in the buffs (bling)
crack a pint of wock’, pour it in a crush
gettin’ to that guap, b*tch, i’m in a rush (in a rush)

- stanwill lyrics

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