Meek Mill Stand Up Nigga Lyrics

Nothing But Flamerz (clean) Track Listing
  • 1 In My Bag
  • 2 Im Not a Rapper
  • 3 Hottest In Da City
  • 4 I'm the Sh*t
  • 5 Prolli
  • 6 Fuck B*tches , Get Money
  • 7 Pledge Allegiance to My Swag
  • 8 Money Like a Mufucka
  • 9 Make 'em Say
  • 10 Way Back
  • 11 In My Bag Rmx
  • 12 On the Block
  • 13 We Gettin Money
  • 14 Stand Up Nigga
  • 15 Rat
  • 16 Willy Wonka
  • 17 I'm So Fly
  • 18 I Be Gettin Money
  • 19 Rose Red
  • 20 In My Bag Autotune (Remix)
  • 21 Im Tryin
  • 22 40 On My Hip
  • 23 I'm Killin Em
  • 24 Want It All
  • 25 Oldschool
  • 26 Where They Do Dat At
  • (feat. Nitty)



    Yeaaa hahaha uhuh conway
    Is this a flamer?
    Yea szir
    I got Black- with me, Nitty ha!

    Listen I'm a ball till I fall
    Spit it lik I did it
    Ride til I die with my finger on the trigger
    I ain't never had nothing
    I'm a get it how I'm living
    Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a

    Check! I be on the block with it
    Tray pound blocking it
    Better shoot all in the ni**a face like - swish!
    Got ya main b***h on my d**k nd she be riding it
    She tell me that your f*** game suspect
    Tired of it
    I don't even let her suck me off
    I let her polish it
    She be lolly poppin it
    Head shot bobbing it
    But back to these dirty streets
    Where these niggas on some rotton s**t
    Gorrilaz with banana clips
    You ont wanna collide with it
    Ummm
    If a nigga got beef
    Tell em don't go rap bout it
    Tell em meet me in the streets
    Cause he kno that's where I'm at
    Seven days up out the week
    24 hours a day
    I'm in the track I'm never sleep
    I'm a east side rider
    Willadel solider
    Toldya ni**as out my range like rover
    Hold up
    Grind lik brakes with no roaders
    Big boy shit
    Wake a ni**a up
    Fooled yas
    My team pro
    Mephazine soda
    We boss sip
    Lean ride rolla
    We all get green got yolla
    Got pur by the pound haze
    Fluffy like ya sofa
    That's how we move it
    Like ain't nothin to it
    Get to work bust it down and run right through it
    Some say I spit retarded lik I'm stupid
    If it's bout a check
    Weeknights then just do it

    [Chorus:]
    I'm a ball till I fall
    Spit it like I did it
    Ride till I die
    Trigger on my figger
    I ain't never had nothing
    I'm a get it how I'm living
    Crackers wanna sit me down
    Cause I'm a stand up ni**a

    Ey yo the name nitty yo
    Talk of the city yo
    I get busy not afraid to let that semi go
    I be in the line lik
    It look lik a video
    Never been an underdog
    Stayed on top with any flow
    A million a more my shit poppin out the store
    If I hit it one time
    But she called me back for more
    I'm tryna make a million of a dollar
    Grinding off the steps
    Could'ntdo it had to holla
    Tripein with an atittude
    Nothin like my father
    Still on my jay-o
    Never man I can't let a day go
    My a** get to work than he drop it lik a Kayo
    Ask them lil niggas
    They say I'm hotter than waiko
    Texas, mex- elastic when I stretch shit
    Richie on his way home and he can't wait to wet s**t
    Back to back vans
    Different b**ches on some next shit
    Black on black vans
    With some laces lose fresh shit

    [Chorus:]
    Ball till I fall
    Spit it like I did it
    Ride til I die
    With my finger on the trigger
    I ain't never had nothin
    I'm a get it how I'm living
    Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a

    Who got the game on smash
    Who got the game on lock
    You ain't got the game on nothing
    You just run that game alot
    I keep that hand in poc
    I keep that gun on hip
    Betta keep yo distance ni**a
    When I lift betta pray I miss
    I'm bout that dollar dollar
    That louie, gucci, and proda
    That's part of my attire
    I spit that rap with fire
    I set that stove on fire
    I drop that -bake in water
    I got some nicest prices
    Come on now place your order
    You know I'm bout my change
    You know I hold them thangs
    I throw that work around lik change
    Come back like boomerangs
    Roll with orangatangs
    They flippin bust that heat
    I know the feds is watching
    Homey I'm in the streets
    Bust guns and held the smoke
    Bust guns if I go broke
    Sometimes I bust my guns if nothing just to let you know
    Grown man with too much pride
    I let them bullets fly
    And I ain't fighting
    Only thing I'm fighting is homicides

    [Chorus:]
    Then Ball till fall
    Spit like I did it
    Ride till I die with my finger on the trigger
    I ain't never had nothing
    I'm a get it how I'm liveing
    Crackers wanna sit me down cause I'm a stand up ni**a!

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