Stand By lyrics

[Hook]
G's in the club on standby
A bunch of bad b*tches on standby
Pistol in the club on standby
Duke Deuce that's a n*gga you can't standby
Racks in my pocket on standby
Keep a pocket rocket on standby
Keep some rubbers with me on standby
Keep them bottles with me on standby

[Verse 1: Duke Deuce]
b*tch I'm Duke Deuce, I be Deuce live
I don't want that head les' it's fye-fye
Don't try (don't try) to make me out of a damn lie
Bullets gone (bullets gone) connect like its Wifi
Mask on my face like I'm Michael
n*gga bout to make me go physcho
Keep (keep, keep) three k's like the white folks
Know some real G's and some Vice-Lords
Middle fingers up to the po-po
Leave him in the field like a scarecrow
f*ck around with me boy it's O-V-A, I'll bring them tools out, where ya stay
Let the top back on my coupe
Kickin' up these Gucci shoes