YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Birdman - Stand Down (Knock My Head Off) lyrics

(Trey made this beat) early morning shit
(Dubba-AA flex) late night
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
All about the money (This is the sound)

Finessin' is pimpin', nigga
I’m strapped with this missile
We flippin' and runnin', got these millions
Master feelin'
She say that she comin', nigga, but fuck it
We went did it
They know that we comin' nigga
Then Hummers go to spittin'
Big paper sideways, a lot for my age
Tires for my ways
We shippin' on highways, live
And be real, gorilla, life sentence
Been hustin' ‘bout this money, nigga
Live it how we get it (Blatt)

We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now
That’s on my soul i won’t go on to baby
And they gon’ take it, they get it
I know you love me, I feel it, I’m
Tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby
Post in the trap with my niggas
I’m holdin' on to my glizzy
Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby

Police draw down, I put my hands up, yeah
They slam me down, put me in handcuffs, yeah
I won’t say nun until my lawyer come, yeah
Catch 'em down bad, I might just stand one
Yeah yo' life in danger, don’t stand
Down, you a gangsta, bitch
Know for a fact, we beat that
Case, fuck what they sayin', shit
I’m a real gangsta
Play with you and I’ma spank a bitch
You my lil thug and I’m yo' love
They don’t know 'bout this
Got a brand new check and I’ma use
It on a brand new shooter
I’ma talk that shit like Adrian Boner
But I ain’t no loser
If a nigga want it, creep
Up on 'em real quick, i’ma 'em
I’m gettin' high off all these drugs
But I ain’t no user

We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now
That’s on my soul i won’t go on to baby
And they gon’ take it, they get it
I know you love me, I feel it, I’m
Tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby
Post in the trap with my niggas
I’m holdin' on to my glizzy
Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby

And I’ma tell you that it’s up
Pull up to the club
Drank inside my cup, ain’t with us
If he try to touch leave his ass hit up
Ain’t no love, we gon' run it up
Give you all my love
When they approach, shoot it through the do'
We don’t give a fuck

We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now
That’s on my soul i won’t go on to baby