Stan smith music

[Hook]
Cutting edge but im still a rapper, I be servin lyrics
On the real, bro, we get it smackin', put it on my spirit
And I stay with that crizzy Crash, I just keep it real
Why you stay smoking stupid quiet? I can’t even hear it (Shhhh)
Like, I be rolling pressure
Blacked out to the fuckin' feet, lookin' like a hesher
This that Stan Smith music, get it in your head
They dont want it with the real cause i’m obviously better

[Verse 1]
Yo, they call me Ms. “Fuck Your Wife” (why?)
Because i fucked your wife
Pull up on you broad day with like a hundred dykes
I might burn your house down, baby, fuck your life
Deep pockets in the trench where I tuck the knife
I'm in your function like "man where the ladies at?"
Take your AUX cause the shit that you played was bad
I might kill a couple rappers cause they made me mad
My new thing postgrad, he a brainiac
I'm pulling smart hoes wearing a stupid fit
I can’t really hang around with ya useless clique
Bros rolling hella deep but ain’t doin shit
Man I feel like Flocka Flame i influence shit
On the real, bro, I really think I'm losin' it
Every day I wake up and I feel dead
Man I’ll prolly be ight, I just need some head
I might cop some Fear of God but I ain't fearin' shit

[Hook]
Cutting edge but im still a rapper, I be servin lyrics
On the real, bro, we get it smackin', put it on my spirit
And I stay with that crizzy Crash, I just keep it real
Why you stay smoking stupid quiet? I can’t even hear it (Shhhh)
Like, I be rolling pressure
Blacked out to the fuckin' feet, lookin' like a hesher
This that Stan Smith music, get it in your head
They dont want it with the real cause i’m obviously better

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm tough but I gotta be
That's the only way I'm gon' get to where the guala be
Cold hearted, ain't no bitch in my biology
He think im a stand-up chick, I don't do comedy
My philosophy: get as drunk as possible
Smoke a blunt and do somethin' really irresponsible
Take a weaker rapper then me and get anatomical
Now he be on YouTube, sponsored by Audible
Huh, iIcould never beef with a podcaster
I can promise that you fuckin' with the wrong rapper
My new thing coulda been a Green Bay Packer
He wide receiving but he used to be a linebacker
I'mma put it in his ass, no condom
They ain't bumpin your tunes, my flows hotter
If you fuckin with the Crash, don’t bother
Nah, don’t bother

[Hook]
Cutting edge but im still a rapper, I be servin lyrics
On the real, bro, we get it smackin', put it on my spirit
And I stay with that crizzy Crash, I just keep it real
Why you stay smoking stupid quiet? I can’t even hear it (Shhhh)
Like, I be rolling pressure
Blacked out to the fuckin' feet, lookin' like a hesher
This that Stan Smith music, get it in your head
They dont want it with the real cause i’m obviously better