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letra de stand on business - sob odee

[intro:]
ayy, ayy, ayy
you already know how the f-ck i’m rockin’, man
ayy, ayy, ayy
rico got that fye

[chorus:]
been through so much sh-t, uh
ain’t give up, ain’t quit, uh
be precautious, movin’ risky, keep it on my hip
opps ain’t see this, strike they bell
hit them cuts and dip
get out this car, i got my glock, i chase him ’till he trip
trace his heels
i see where they goin’, f-ck a hollow tip
goofy ain’t catch on ’cause we too deep and tryna’ follow him, demolish him
if that boy act bad then we gon’ punish him
19, and my wess’ came wit’ a sight, i shoot above the rim

[verse:]
sneaky hoes, i hate sneaky hoes who tryna’ set a pick
b-tch thought it was fifa, she got mad because i ain’t let her kick
full course, i pull it out my pants and she gon’ eat the d-ck
g35 wit’ a switch, .22’s and conversion kits
i was slidin’ on n-ggas, that’s like 40, had to learn some sh-t
my opps, they tryna’ rap, that sh-t be whack, they need to learn to quit
for pistol, we got back, but for pook, you know we purgin’ sh-t
merkin’ sh-t, hot car do a drill and then we burn the whip
had this n-gga claimin’ he my opp and i don’t know his ass
cut some n-ggas off and they turned snake, i had to mow the grass
smoke his ass, now his family grievin’, gotta’ post his ass
you can ask my city, i was shiesty way before the mask, uh
[chorus:]
been through so much sh-t, uh
ain’t give up, ain’t quit, uh
be precautious, movin’ risky, keep it on my hip
opps ain’t see this, strike they bell
hit them cuts and dip
get out this car, i got my glock, i chase him ’till he trip
trace his heels
i see where they goin’, f-ck a hollow tip
goofy ain’t catch on ’cause we too deep and tryna’ follow him, demolish him
if that boy act bad then we gon’ punish him
19, and my wess’ came wit’ a sight, i shoot above the rim

[verse 2:]
b-tch, i shoot above the rim
mask, gloves, and timb’s
when i aim, i hold it tight, i’m sendin’ slugs at him
draco on me, that’s my twin
he made sure we win
but i picked up my gen., i can’t fold and i won’t bend (rico got that fye)
n-ggas changed, so f-ck a friend
catch a goofy, i’m gon’ stretch him
been collectin’ sh-t, got plenty .223’s and mac-11’s
sh-t, to send his ass to heaven
last n-gga that played with sob, he got the message
we was shootin’ sh-t up, no questions
havin’ shootouts in my section
we taught plenty n-ggas lessons
think i got me a confession
i like pistols wit’ extensions
made this song before the session
it wasn’t even my intentions
all this sh-t i speak, i did, but they gon’ tell me i ain’t wit’ it

- sob odee

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