WoodleyOnthabeat
Look I hit the streets for a profit
I'm tryna ball like the mafia
Holla tips in my pocket And once I start I can't stop it
Certified crash dummy
If you rollin' I'm rockin
Bitch I came straight out the bottom
Dirty clothes in my faucet
Squeezin' through like a missile
I'm standin' big on the issue
And to my soldiers I miss you
I'm tryna kill to come get you
Last year I was missin'
I'm supposed to be close to kiss ya
Before I die your family
Cryin' Bring them bitches more tissue
Don't try me like a beginner
You niggas sick but I'm sicker
Forgive me God I'm a sinner
Avatar whip bender
Catch it out in the evening
You got it thot and you creepin
Think it's lobster you eatin'
But you eat bullets for dinner
I'm light skinned like I'm Steph Bitch
I'll shoot up the rep
Said I'm the last gangsta left
I'm totin' choppers to death
Before I shoot take a breath
Nigga free sleepy and Shef
I be tryna catch it
Ay Woodley how the f*ck you here?
See I be losin' my track
But I ain't losin' no sleep
If it's that then f*ck rap
Bitch I ain't losin' no beef
Fake gangsta track stars
You ain't losin' on me
Glizzy glaow
Glock boaw
Go to losing his feet
Aim this bitch at his chest
Record helpin' his teeth
Spend a bag on ammunition
Gangsta shit ain't cheap
I told you bitches "dead meat"
Body cost head free
Chopper standin' five three
You think a bitch scarin' me?
Manager say I'm slow
I never question the goat
Your granny breathe out a tank
Bitch I fill it with smoke
Niggas think that you a vulture
But I know you a ho
We finna go and hit his mom
And you got scared of you choke
I hit niggas for real
But I ain't wasting my bro
He gon' catch him a kill
He took plenty of souls
Down to catch me a drill
Rather he ride or he wrong
My dick swang up in the city
Niggas, bitches, and hoes
They don't want me to blow up
I'm Mrs. Puff on the boat
Everybody demon seed
Until it's men on the floor
His blood mixin' with Spear
He look like Yak Yak YO
I'm military minded
I can't leave my dawg on the post Nigga
Hand Choppas to creep
I got runnin' shoes on my feet
In your bushes will never be
Niggas, bitches, you niggas sweet
I'ma kill him up in his sleep
You gon' die the time that we meet
I ain't tellin', I keep it G
I'm a sinner, I'm not a priest
Hit your bones, I'ma make em weak
We was waitin' and that's a spree
I ain't aimin' from cross the street
You my brother then bitch it's free
I been tryna spin all week
Chopper put a hole in his tee
We outside lurkin' mid-week
WoodleyOnthabeat - Stand On Business (feat. Taz Money) Lyrics
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WoodleyOnthabeat
Look I hit the streets for a profit
I'm tryna ball like the mafia
Holla tips in my pocket And once I start I can't stop it
Certified crash dummy
If you rollin' I'm rockin
Bitch I came straight out the bottom
Dirty clothes in my faucet
Squeezin' through like a missile
I'm standin' big on the issue
And to my soldiers I miss you
I'm tryna kill to come get you
Last year I was missin'
I'm supposed to be close to kiss ya
Before I die your family
Cryin' Bring them bitches more tissue
Don't try me like a beginner
You niggas sick but I'm sicker
Forgive me God I'm a sinner
Avatar whip bender
Catch it out in the evening
You got it thot and you creepin
Think it's lobster you eatin'
But you eat bullets for dinner
I'm light skinned like I'm Steph Bitch
I'll shoot up the rep
Said I'm the last gangsta left
I'm totin' choppers to death
Before I shoot take a breath
Nigga free sleepy and Shef
I be tryna catch it
Ay Woodley how the f*ck you here?
See I be losin' my track
But I ain't losin' no sleep
If it's that then f*ck rap
Bitch I ain't losin' no beef
Fake gangsta track stars
You ain't losin' on me
Glizzy glaow
Glock boaw
Go to losing his feet
Aim this bitch at his chest
Record helpin' his teeth
Spend a bag on ammunition
Gangsta shit ain't cheap
I told you bitches "dead meat"
Body cost head free
Chopper standin' five three
You think a bitch scarin' me?
Manager say I'm slow
I never question the goat
Your granny breathe out a tank
Bitch I fill it with smoke
Niggas think that you a vulture
But I know you a ho
We finna go and hit his mom
And you got scared of you choke
I hit niggas for real
But I ain't wasting my bro
He gon' catch him a kill
He took plenty of souls
Down to catch me a drill
Rather he ride or he wrong
My dick swang up in the city
Niggas, bitches, and hoes
They don't want me to blow up
I'm Mrs. Puff on the boat
Everybody demon seed
Until it's men on the floor
His blood mixin' with Spear
He look like Yak Yak YO
I'm military minded
I can't leave my dawg on the post Nigga
Hand Choppas to creep
I got runnin' shoes on my feet
In your bushes will never be
Niggas, bitches, you niggas sweet
I'ma kill him up in his sleep
You gon' die the time that we meet
I ain't tellin', I keep it G
I'm a sinner, I'm not a priest
Hit your bones, I'ma make em weak
We was waitin' and that's a spree
I ain't aimin' from cross the street
You my brother then bitch it's free
I been tryna spin all week
Chopper put a hole in his tee
We outside lurkin' mid-week
Look I hit the streets for a profit
I'm tryna ball like the mafia
Holla tips in my pocket And once I start I can't stop it
Certified crash dummy
If you rollin' I'm rockin
Bitch I came straight out the bottom
Dirty clothes in my faucet
Squeezin' through like a missile
I'm standin' big on the issue
And to my soldiers I miss you
I'm tryna kill to come get you
Last year I was missin'
I'm supposed to be close to kiss ya
Before I die your family
Cryin' Bring them bitches more tissue
Don't try me like a beginner
You niggas sick but I'm sicker
Forgive me God I'm a sinner
Avatar whip bender
Catch it out in the evening
You got it thot and you creepin
Think it's lobster you eatin'
But you eat bullets for dinner
I'm light skinned like I'm Steph Bitch
I'll shoot up the rep
Said I'm the last gangsta left
I'm totin' choppers to death
Before I shoot take a breath
Nigga free sleepy and Shef
I be tryna catch it
Ay Woodley how the f*ck you here?
See I be losin' my track
But I ain't losin' no sleep
If it's that then f*ck rap
Bitch I ain't losin' no beef
Fake gangsta track stars
You ain't losin' on me
Glizzy glaow
Glock boaw
Go to losing his feet
Aim this bitch at his chest
Record helpin' his teeth
Spend a bag on ammunition
Gangsta shit ain't cheap
I told you bitches "dead meat"
Body cost head free
Chopper standin' five three
You think a bitch scarin' me?
Manager say I'm slow
I never question the goat
Your granny breathe out a tank
Bitch I fill it with smoke
Niggas think that you a vulture
But I know you a ho
We finna go and hit his mom
And you got scared of you choke
I hit niggas for real
But I ain't wasting my bro
He gon' catch him a kill
He took plenty of souls
Down to catch me a drill
Rather he ride or he wrong
My dick swang up in the city
Niggas, bitches, and hoes
They don't want me to blow up
I'm Mrs. Puff on the boat
Everybody demon seed
Until it's men on the floor
His blood mixin' with Spear
He look like Yak Yak YO
I'm military minded
I can't leave my dawg on the post Nigga
Hand Choppas to creep
I got runnin' shoes on my feet
In your bushes will never be
Niggas, bitches, you niggas sweet
I'ma kill him up in his sleep
You gon' die the time that we meet
I ain't tellin', I keep it G
I'm a sinner, I'm not a priest
Hit your bones, I'ma make em weak
We was waitin' and that's a spree
I ain't aimin' from cross the street
You my brother then bitch it's free
I been tryna spin all week
Chopper put a hole in his tee
We outside lurkin' mid-week
Writer: Woodley Geting, Hakim Henderson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: WoodleyOnthabeat
Language: English
Length: 2:04
Written by: Woodley Geting, Hakim Henderson