StanWill - Lifeguard lyrics

Nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
It's recording? Yeah
Aight, it's on

Huh, told Reuel that I'm done playing
I ain't conversating with no
Yeah, I ain't conversating with no opps
Let my gun say it
She don't gotta say she love me
She just let her tongue say it
Toting sticks on the West, yeah
We guns blazing
I could put 'em down and beat yo ass, boy
These ones dangerous
Brokest niggas in the room be the ones hating
Funny how the chop got some balls
But you the ones dangling
Run up on they necks, run up my bag
I just can't decide
Never had nexts, we up now
We can't wait in line
If you ain't SB, you ain't slatt
Only hang with slime
If you ain't my bitch, fall back
Only hang with mines
All I know is punch, scam grandmothers
Swipe cards fuck drip
I done seen more splash than a lifeguard
You cannot take the sack off me
I'm a right guard
In the 'Cat playing with her
Kitty with my right arm
You beat the fuck out the keyboard
What it do to you? Marching band with me
Turn his block to a musical
Only want you from the neck up, bitch
I'm using you fix a broke nigga right up
What the tool'll do
We'll spin around a opp block
Like a hula hoop nah, for real
Make the chop go doo doo doo doo
I can only ball with my gang
We don't hoop with you
I can fuck hoes off my name
What the music do
At the Coney, chicken pita
Chicken in my Fendi pack
I can throw some chicken in the
Air and get yo granny wacked
Tripping, throwing chicken out the Phantom
They think Danny back
Rookie of the year but I'm the GOAT
Where my Grammy at?
How the fuck I'm flyer than the
Planes when I'm in LAX?
How the fuck am I a buck and some
Change when I was made to flex?
How the fuck is these niggas in the
Game when they ain't made a check?
How the fuck is they speaking on my
Name when they ain't made it yet?
Dove in the deep, no flippers, all heart
I ain't gon' shoot 'em
Fuck around and call Art
Keep the iron close
Fuck around and call Stark
Put yo gang in a 'Wood
We'll get 'em all sparked
Yeezy kicks, Adidas pants
I don't play soccer mad as fuck at my bitch
'cause she hate lobster
ShittyBoyz, gang, gang
I can't play 'bout 'em
Caught 'em coming out of J ale's
Knock the steak out 'em
If we catch the opps rolling up
Knock a eighth out 'em
If we catch them in some Bathing Ape
Knock the ape out 'em
She think I got a Bible in my pocket, bitch
It's eight thousand
See you got some young money now
Knock the Drake out 'em
Got a X on my back, X on my kicks
Old bitch want me back, ex on my dick
I'm in Saks blowing racks, check on my fit
Hit yo bitch from the back, check on my list
Really in that bag
I might fuck around and suffocate
I'ma punch this
Punch that till my knuckles break
Beef could start at 10 PM
We'll get 'em touched today
Air bubble on my McQueens
I could jump to space
Threw the 350s on and I jumped in BAPE
She said, bitch, this just what I made today
Masked up, jugging like a villain
I can't save the day
Show my cadets how to eat, bitch
I'm Major Payne
Playing with her feelings, boohoo, bitch
I want the neck
Walked in the mall with a dub
Only want a tech i want a Porsche Coupe but
My bitch want a 'Vette
Shoes cost a band, buddy boy
Better watch yo step
Fly as hell, catch me up there where NASA at
TrDee just caught a play and
Did the Cabbage Patch really got a problem
Always wasting cash at Saks
Really with some 'rillas
Touching me'll get yo ass attacked
Huh, yeah, get yo ass attacked
Really with some 'rillas
Touching me'll get yo ass attacked
Huh, touching me'll get yo ass attacked
Threw a bullet at him like Odell, boy
His ass can catch
Gang really balling on the opps
You can ask the ref
If I toss bro the stick, he gon' shoot
That's a pass to step
Y'all niggas ain't allowed on this block
Need a pass to step exquisite-ass shoes
Cost a thousand for my ass to step

Thousand for my ass to step thousand
Thousand for my ass to step, bitch