Yeat & Future – Stand On It Lyrics

Stand On It

Yeat & Future

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"Stand On It." - Yeat & Future

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:25 am

Album: 2093 (P2)

Track No: 18

I put that shit together for a job
I put that shit together for a job
If I'm not making money, then I got me some withdrawals
If I'm not at the top, then I won't do it at all
Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies
Ha, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies
I put that shit together for a job
I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (No)
You ain't live what I lived (Hold up)
You ain't did what I did
You ain't put that shit together and stand on the shit you did
How you runnin' from some lies you said you already fuckin' did?
You say you standin' on that shit, but all we see you do it sit, boy
Sit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sit
Like a mutt, yeah, yeah, sit
You a bitch, you ain't got this fuckin' money, guess what it is?
It's the King Tonka, King world billionaire, bitch
You can suck my dick, I don't give no fucks about this shit
I don't give one fuck, not two fucks, not three fucks, not six
Yeah, I'm with the boy in the 6ix
You don't gotta like it, but just know I keep them sticks
You don't gotta like us, but just know I run this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stick
I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, whoa)
I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, whoa)
If I'm not making money, then I got me some withdrawals
If I'm not at the top, then I won't do it at all
Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies
Yeah, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies
I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, whoa)
I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (Put that shit, whoa)
Shorty been takin' them Percs, he out his mind, he ready to click (Shorty)
Shorty been takin' them pills, he ready to go splurge at the big old trick (Shorty)
Shorty been wipin' nostrils, 730, been on ten (Shorty)
Shorty been catchin' bodies, done killed his man, he ready to go spin (Shorty)
Switch blend in, I'm trill
Smacked his whole friend, I'm trill
I just snatched the doors out the 'Rari
I'll just buy a plane tomorrow
Bought the bitch a bag or somethin', I ain't get to tell her sorry
Seven whole cities goin' up, I just bought a bag of guns
Super, not the average one, splurgin' at the diamond store
Three mill' in diamonds on, look like an island on him
I ain't through stylin' on 'em, still tryna hide the money
Get a **** cooked for a Perc', real ****, goin' 730 (Aye)
It's been a week since you dissed your opps, you must be foldin' (Aye)
They say it's my fault if you fall out on the codeine (Aye)
I'm just a rich-ass junkie, I might OD (Aye)
I done fucked around and hit that coke, it make my nose bleed (Aye)
I put this shit together like a job
Put this shit, whoa
I put that shit together like a job
Put this shit, whoa
Get a meal ticket just for me to talk (Whoa)
Lil' bad bitch done snorted all the block (Whoa)
Big chains, big guns, big trucks, zombies
Ha, we some big mutts, huh, big doggies (Ah)
I put that shit together for a job (Put that shit, whoa)
I put that shit together like some puzzle pieces (Put that shit, whoa)

Writer(s): Noah Smith, George Kala & Nayvadius Wilburn.

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