Stand Alone ft. DYNAMTE & James Fork Lyrics

Nobody close

Look at my clothes

Champion and battles

We make an, a toss

Make it a tusk,

Make it some bread in there

Lots of that sauce and not bragging that bus

Caught up in them

They've been in there right now and I drink it on a liquor brand,

A light layer, and they keep it by the round for the right sound

When I'm on the mic,

Everybody want to pipe down like now,

Right now, Papa been to Atlanta and bite down

But I mean, with the lands that are right down,

Smoke a weeds. If a wound with a lights out,

I doubt now cold-blooded as a spill into darkness,

Old school, right there with the quail and

The parchment as a barge and failing the harshest

I'm a Sergeant cubit tree like Tarzan,

Damm,

That was so abstract,

What a cashier could find it in a ranch crack

Can I get a couple of?

Just Snapchat, cut open, keep your brand

But you need something to laugh at because

I'm better than

Know what? You could see it in my face and smug

And to show it, I give it out

Like I owe it. You should listen to what I'm saying

I'm about a day poets. You want to do Jeff Bridges,

No need for attitude

I be telling the next,

Papa, quail, Lou,

With a Wolf in a Nardo

You never come back

When he takes these riches,

I'm talking,

And I back it up,

Take your shots and I'm acting up.

Now don't even stop till they see the back of the cup,

Back at the cloud with the whole lapped out units in Japan,

That people go yet. And I stay with an airline

Talking to loss,

Button, your shirt, and you tighten your tie.

And you look in my eye. When you talk to this boss

And embedded in MotherFuckers,

You know, you can find me in the city with the Bulldogs,

You in Juco to the roof,

Up to hot motherfuckers need to call off a spit lava,

Coming up the barrel,

Never sod off

When I pop up at a knockoff,

That bullshit, it's the ninth inning

And I'm about to walk out

Yeah,

You wonder what, what me?

Then there was some things you should know

I'm crazy as fuck, And I'm ready to let the dog go

Bunch of bad bitches and other demon in the day

Say a bunch of bad bitches

And now they didn't weigh in on me and

A swag and my tight GP call

And I'm out ain't trying to deal with a PO and,

A lot of And I keep it on a dealer,

Some of them dirty plead the Cinco,

Some of the imperative fuck you think though?

Yeah,

Then I put them in a main call though

I don't do it in a sink

They'll pop a pill like Willie and

A fucked up feeling silly

I'm really, I'm a bad boy. Like,

Fucked that did he that?

I'm a bad boy. Like biggie,

Yeah,

Oh no, Well, no, my dear

Don't worry,

I am here low co save your ear though,

It's outgo, You just made my year.