Stand Over Him (Remix)

Lyrics
[Intro: Microwave Man] (Rell on the Track) Microwave Dame I ain't playin' with no nigga [Verse 1: Microwave Man] I just touched down off a fresh seven (Fresh seven) Hell yeah, I been gellin' (Gellin'), I'm a super duper felon (Felon), and I'm dyin' with my weapon (Weapon) These niggas be tellin', but they actin' like they not (They actin' like they not) I'm famous in my city, known for gettin' niggas dropped (Gettin' niggas dropped) How the fuck is you the opp when you a motherfuckin' cop? (Motherfuckin' cop) You can get yours off the bottom, I need mine off the top (Off the top) You want me on a song, then you gotta pay a fee (Pay the fee) You want some shit for free, why you bein' weird to me? (Why you bein' weird to me?) Half a ticket worth of cribs, 'nother half worth of pills (Worth of pills) Ten CDs and I never signed a deal (Never) Some niggas call me solid and some niggas call me real (Real) You ain't gotta call me, you ain't talkin' 'bout no M's Fuck screamin' R.I.P., put a nigga on a tee (Yeah) Dig that nigga up, then hang him from a tree (Yeah) Keep 'em out your business if you keep it off the 'net (Off the 'net) Get a pass 'bout a bitch, but you dyin' 'bout respect ('Bout respect) Switch on the Glock got that motherfucker stutterin' (Stutterin') When I'm finna drop? Got motherfuckers wonderin' (Wonderin') We'll up the price, get him gone by the night (By the night) I'll change my life, yeah, in another life Ridin' with a .308, 'bout to take it to a fight (To a fight) Catch you on the turf, I'ma put it in your life (In your life) Beef ain't shit, that's what I got this cash for (Cash for) Specialize in havin' niggas crawlin' under dashboards (Dashboards) Tryin' to escape them 7.62s (Ooh) If you break the rules, I'ma put you on the news (News) Million dollars cash, seen that off the blues [Verse 2: Damedot] Look, I just poured up some Trish, you just poured up some hit (Haha) My young nigga servin' hit, in the mall, she threw a fit I spent six bands on this 'fit, it don't even say Dior nowhere Pull a long chopstick out a bookbag, yeah, the folding one Best believe I get my ice from Hutchy, this ain't Golden Sun Nine pew-pew-pew, let him fall, then go stand over him My lil' yeah don't know what no mean I'm sleep from codeine Chi Chi got the Xans, I want half, not no whole thing 'Cause that shit have me trippin' My bankroll Crippin' I fucked her from the back, now she crippled One hand on neck, one hand on frontal My, my, my, she on her way to the 'spital I'm the lifeline, the source, boy, I'm nowhere in the middle Been a boss since I was little, stayed one hundred from the start Got reflectors on my Diors, make 'em light up in the dark I wear Bape, I'm a shark, known for breakin' bitches' hearts My lil' bro don't know where the slabs, but I can get him one That fetty with a little on it, I know where to get it from She say she ain't never had a threesome, wanna get in one Appreciate this Rolls, 'cause you'll never ever sit in one Again in your life, I extend all my pipes I put ten on his life, they gon' spin all tonight Brought unlimited bands just to spend all tonight How many bags of Dior can I bring on this flight? The work vanish like a magic trick Fuck, shit, goddamn, she thick She all that and a bag of chips, my buffs look like a bag of grits Purple on my jeans and in my cup, I feel like Actavis I be sippin' lean and shootin' trips, I'm not an activist Hit this nigga with this .308, he do a backwards flip You run up on me in the wrong bag, you get your candle lit Rell on the track, I hit her, never called her back I can't get attached, this hoodie I got on a rack
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Credits
- Writers
- Damedot
- Microwave Man