Stand On It Lyrics – Lil Baby

Lil Baby Lyrics

The second track on Lil Baby‘s new album –It’s Only Me– is “Stand On It” check out the official lyrics to the song in a few scrolls: this song was produced by Mattazik Muzik, NicoOnTheKeys, and Figurez Made It.

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Lil Baby – Stand On It Lyrics

Verse 1
Here we go again (Okay), big body Benz (Skrrt)
Cut off all my friends (Yeah), choppers for my enemies
Go and ask the streets about lil’ Dominique, I’ve been a beast
Really got my name from shooting dice and selling niggas weed
557, .223s, 308s go through a car door
All the houses paid off, none of my hoes ain’t got no car note
Sell a thousand streams, free Ralo, “Baby, you should stop it”, I know
Everything’s private, for sure, pilot waiting on us, let’s go
Still be in the projects with Cold-hearted and Q Ball
Wreck the ‘Rari, buy a new one tomorrow, I’m too raw
I got foreigns all colors, like a pack of starburst
When they ask me how it happened, I just tell ’em “God’s work”
I’m tryna touch me a billi’, still hustle like I’m on zero
Really done saved some niggas, that’s why they call me the hero
Trappinf like this shit legal, I’m tryna uplift my people
I used to serve in the regal, I turned ’em into believers, yeah
I don’t want your bitch, we can’t swap out (Swap out)
They ain’t on shit, tell ’em to pop out (Pop out)
Mama, I got rich, look at your drop out (Drop out)
Guns up, it ain’t nothing to talk ’bout (Guns out)

Chorus
Outside in your city, looking good (Looking good)
It’s a Draco’ call it “Wish a nigga would” (It got wood on it)
And she think that she special, but I’m good on her (Good on her)
Handle business like I’m posted, everything I say, I stood on it
Outside in your city, looking good (Looking good)
It’s a Draco’ call it “Wish a nigga would” (It got wood on it)
And she think that she special, but I’m good on her (Good on her)
Handle business like I’m posted, everything I say, I stood on it

Verse 2
My life really a miracle, my bitches say I’m magical
I still folded up, critical, I ran up more then half of them
I put ’em through they avenue, I had to bust my ass for that (Word)
How, bitch, you never even made me go try to tell my business?
How someone that only had sex once, we gon’ try to have a kid ’round me?
Once you cross that line, you dead, really, that’s how it is with me
Brodie got rich off of Percs, he sell ’em twenty-five a piece
My lil’ scamming-ass bitch made a quarter-million in a week
I ain’t never thirsty, run into a ho’ and don’t even speak
Got that blick on me in public, hope they think it’s only me
This shit different, it gotta go through my assistants, just to reach me
If nobody else gon’ show ’em, I’ll teach ’em (I’ll teach ’em)