Stand For

(Yeah fuckin oath)
What would you stand for?
(420Fam)
What would you stand for?
(Sydney to Brisbane, stand up)
(What would you stand for? Like)
Tell me what would you stand for? Like

Yeah what would you stand for?
Would you stand with your bredrens?
I don't want war, but a phone call's made
Brah tell me would you stand in my trenches?
Yeah, how could you stand for the truth?
The truth is, you can't stand your reflection
We got the bottles and the babes and the blunts
Still in the club, ten men in my section

Jack's come we don't answer a question
Rah, grrr fuck off
Clean sweep the cash, you best dust off
Crew got rejected, security checks
Yes we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked
Fire escapist, save a quick rush job
Sneak in half my mates and get one shot
Two shot, three shot, four shot
Pull up the flavors, I don't pull cards, pull flavors, argh (jheeze)
Hold up, get a whole one
Sold, done, shake them poles then get doll'd up
Booty like, "Fuck me slowly", best fold up
Looking like an Uncle Toby girl rolled up
With a rolled one that she rolled up
So the whole club got smoke and the coke was like Goldust
Girl, work this out just like Cole does
Yeah sex and drugs, thought I told ya
I, make the paper at a bank, Jason Statham when I Crank
Good if the grams ordered, she can transport it
And my baby just blaze on the dank, I get wasted on drank
King Of The Hill like I'm Hank
Sleepin' the pilly a jank
Takin' a flight, Copacabana
Let's keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank
We put in work, Thotiana when she twerk
Drop it harder, make it work
Call her Schapelle Corby, get the bodyboard
She got the quarter of ganja and herb and she run it up
My bitches don't give a fuck, my bitches Bonnie this up
Let me be blunt, my bitches snuck into ravers
She smuggled the pills in her-
Don't give a fuck, that was just us (hoo)
2017 when I walked in the foyer
And the first thing I said when I first got done by the Jacks
"Go talk to the lawyer"
Clubs on, strapped up, ten rounds of the box and a Oscar, that's De La Hoya
And a bad gal lookin all crisp but a chip on her shoulder
I don't mean Sawyer, ah

Never stoppin 'til this hurts, check the clock and let it turn
I still got brothers that don't be discussin'
'Cause they got their Kero to wash out the burn, now ain't you concerned?
That be the hustle my brotha, this cheddar is all that we know
All for the dough, do what we meant to, quote, my bro
Check for the stamp like an envelope, but no joke
Why spend fifty bucks for quick fix or a hit or a pick me up?
We on business so we don't wanna shiv no cunt
We Bris this up, a quick little fisticuff
And we live to fight another day, live to find another way
Quick to light another J, grip her tighter on the waist
Bitches like it when I blaze so let's roll it up (yeah, yeah)
I got big smokes and big spliffs
I got big bros and big shit, and my bitch know that I'm it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Get a quick fix 'cause the bitches wanna hit it just for fitness
I had her grippin' on my riches like a Fitbit
I could put a little bitch up on the dick list (uh)
420, I like the good ganja, I stick with a pack 'cause life is too hard
I'm more than the one, my Formula's 1
I drift from the pack, I'm Michael Schumacher, haha
Player to death, paper and checks
Back in a jiffy, I flew up to Brizzy
I told my boy Lisi to say with your chest

Said it with my chest, don't worry
You'll see that I'm always comin at 'em like a molecule
Fuck, ya know if I got skill, how they gonna talk about I'm not real?
Then they're gonna run their mouths
But when I come around I make 'em drop like they tryna pop pills
This ain't a cap, MD
They gas me but my tanks empty
And now I'm taking the win, NT
I ask my Uso what he does with an Esky
He said, "I chill in it"
Aw, that's why you spit cold
Cancer bars I'm just tryna spit bold
I've got a text from a chick named Nicole
But my Uso Chill said she's got a big hole, no thanks
Next, I remember when they didn't wanna text
Now they see me and they just wanna sex
Ain't Coco Pops but I'm tryna make checks on the mic
They know that I kill, they can never say that I don't have skill
Always on some hater shit, they're like Jada Smith
Tryna fuck around with my will
But I promise they will never touch that
Tryna stop me, but I told 'em "Fuck that"
These kids talk too much like Rugrats
And if you got better bars, better run that
Don't talk the talk if you don't walk the walk
Because I promise that you won't get far
And your skill set's high but you got no drive
You're a mommy of a broke down car
But I guess it's alright, we stay up on the grind, all day all night
Uso I don't smoke weed but I only smoke mics
Since I attack the track
Now listen to me and my Uso take it back, to back

Chilly and the Lisi gettin' litty with a bitty
Wah gwan when we came to the party
Sparky, but it's bark up with the blunts
Set a trap, lights up like Damian Marley

Wah gwan? Step in the party like who want's some?
I'm a tough motherfucker, they don't wanna punch on
Hustle 'til I get the check
And like a gym freak you know that I rep the set

Get ready, get ready, their legs like spaghetti
Get spun brudda brudda, get wapped just like Fetty

But your girlfriend and her pants drop like confetti
Then I'ma cut your grass like I got the machete

Head steady, head steady, the crew good like Freddie
Get bun 'cause the Guru's the One just like Headie

I don't wanna ever hear them say that they're heavy
'Cause that's when shit gets ugly like Betty

And as far as the bar game go
Yeah the tracks go down and a man gets slaughtered
And the shit be an RKO
When I SmackDown throw, that's Randy Orton

While I'm Mick Foley or Dwayne Johnson
Every time that I'm in this bitch
Cause if I sock the cunt then I'ma rock the cunt
Walk off like it didn't mean shit