Stand On It
 作词 : Noah Smith/George Kala
 作曲 : Noah Smith/George Kala
 I put that shit together for a job
 I put that shit together for a job
 If I’m not making money, then I got me some withdrawals
 If I’m not at the top, then I won’t do it at all

 Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies (Ah)
 We some big mutts, huh, big doggies
 I put that shit together for a job
 I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (No)

 You ain’t live what I live
 You ain’t did what I did
 You put that shit together and stand on the shit you did
 How you runnin’ from some lies that you said you ****in’ did?
 You say you standin’ on the shit but all we seen you do it sit
 Boy, sit, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Sit, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Sit, like a mutt, yeah-yeah
 Sit, you a bitch, you ain’t got this ****in’ monеy
 Guess what it is? It’s the King Tonka, King World Billionaire, bitch
 You can suck my dick, I don’t no ****s about this shit
 I don’t givе one ****, not two ****, not three ****s, not six
 Yeah, I’m with The Boy in the 6ix
 You don’t gotta like it, but just know I keep them sticks
 You don’t gotta like us, but just know I run this shit
 (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Stick

 I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit)
 I put that shit together for a job
 If I’m not making money, then I got me some withdrawals
 If I’m not at the top, then I won’t do it at all (Nah)

 Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies (Zombies)
 We some big mutts, huh, big doggies (Big dogs)
 I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, yeah)
 I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (Pluto shit, yeah)

 Shorty been takin’ them percs, she outta her mind, she ready to click (Shorty)
 Shorty been talkin’ them pills, they gonna go splurge at the [?] (Shorty)
 Shorty been [wipin’ her nostrils?], seven-thirty been on ten (Shorty)
 Shorty been catchin’ bodies, done killed his man, you better go spin (Shorty)
 Switch [blend in, I’m trill?], smacked his whole friend, I’m trill
 I just smashed the doors out the ‘Rari, I’ll just bought a plane tomorrow
 Bought the bitch a bag or sum’, ain't get to tell her sorry
 See the whole ceilin’ goin up, I just bought a bag of guns
 Super, not the average one, version had the diamonds glowin’
 Three mil’ in diamonds on, look like an island on her
 I ain’t threw stylin’ on her, still tryna hide the money
 Get a nigga cooked for a perc, real nigga goin’ seven-thirty (Ayy)
 It’s been a week since you dissed your opp, you must be foldin’ (Ayy)
 They say it's my fault if you fall out on the codeine (Ayy)
 I'm just a rich ass junkie, I might OD (Ayy)
 I done ****ed around and hit the coke, it make my nose bleed (Ayy)
 I put this shit together like a jawn (Put this shit, woah)
 I put this shit together like a jawn (Put this shit)
 Get a mill' ticket just for me to talk (Woah)
 Little bad bitch done snorted all the block (Woah)

 Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies (Ah)
 We some big mutts, huh, big doggies
 I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, yeah)
 I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (Put that shit, yeah)