Stand Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Booke] Posted up right in the trenches The OGs was teaching us lessons They told me get up and go get it And stack so I get me a milly No time to lay up with them bitches Ho [?] caught me no feelings Ride 'round with lil meek, he the realest It's a whole lot of cash and a pigeon My time, it comin' I feel it Can't play, gotta be 'bout your business Got war scars all on my back from being backstabbed so fuck being friendly When I come through I'm in a foreign car with the window clip, you can see me up in it With the draco and a Glock 40, with an S clip, both of 'em extended [Chorus: Yung Booke] Woah woah, word around town Uno nigga poppin', fuck nigga we got now, ayy Barrel got potato on it, it won't make a sound They gon' have to try and find you like Nemo Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon' drown Brr, brr, that's the bird call Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah We gotta stand up, ayy Please don't shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy 'Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy 'Cause the color of our skin they don't understand us, no Got to stop killing each other, together let's stand up They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Let's get it Real niggas who we are boy Stand up and applaud for us Fuck a nerd, we'll drag a screech Like nails on a chalkboard Boy you fighting in the wrong war All of the things we fought for Prezi Rollie but I'm never voting Everybody running is the wrong choice I get the drop on the opps Never put trust in a cop Young shooters like early Bad Boy They run around with the locks Dreading your days in the kitchen Seein' how they whip a pot Old time nigga, Jigga Boo How you sell that shit back to your block You a fuckin' sell out nigga [Chorus: Yung Booke] Woah woah, word around town Uno nigga poppin', fuck nigga we got now, ayy Barrel got potato on it, it won't make a sound They gon' have to try and find you like Nemo Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon' drown Brr, brr, that's the bird call Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah We gotta stand up, ayy Please don't shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy 'Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy 'Cause the color of our skin they don't understand us, no Got to stop killing each other, together let's stand up They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera [Verse 3: Kap G] I got on Louis V linens I see the police in my business They just gave my homie a sentence For slangin' that Dennis the Menace Hands up, don't shoot Tryna jam us, we cool Excuse me officer, I'm no fool I let the OG's drop jewels I'ma hit Booke, he pull up with Uno RIP Troupe, he stick to that blue code I'm in the coupe, that be that two door I'ma pull up with a hundred Latinos I got your main bitch at home on my other line Fuck it, I'm rockin' them Timbs in the summer time Fuck the police, they be tryna act colorblind I swear they gon' make me go buy me another nine [Chorus: Yung Booke] Woah woah, word around town Uno nigga poppin', fuck nigga we got now, ayy Barrel got potato on it, it won't make a sound They gon' have to try and find you like Nemo Try to ride the wave, lil nigga gon' drown Brr, brr, that's the bird call Skrt, fishtail swerve off, ayy, yeah We gotta stand up, ayy Please don't shoot me officer, I got my hands up, ayy 'Cause the color of our skin they put is in handcuffs, ayy 'Cause the color of our skin they don't understand us, no Got to stop killing each other, together let's stand up They throw away evidence, even though everything was caught on camera