Flizzity Fluent - High Standards (Handsome)

Shoutout to Dave East
This is supposed to be a remix, but fuck it we original
We don't do shit twice
Never
She calling me handsome
Fuck it I kill 'em at random
Used to use my phone for the scamming
Calling me Danny in phantoms
I kill me a feature and ran it right in for the anthem
Only taking these chances, to get me advances
I guess you can say that I've landed
Want me a billion of bucks and my face up on canvas
Know the game well, bitch I ran it
Tryna get me a Benz, and a mansion
Fuck the track, run laps around the standings
Fuck the trap, I get bags and I vanish
Can't duck the strap, you know it's outlandish
No two-steps, bitch we ain't dancing
No two sets, bitch we ain't tandem
No two breaths, bitch we ain't planning
Bitch I'm a Manning
New York I'm demanding
Got high standards
That's why they don't come around
New York shit, that Philly grit, that GA clip, don't fuck around
Bitch you know we'll gun you down
If you running off with that onion, blow
We'll run your pockets when you touch the ground
And we gots to take flight, 'cause these shots fire, we all know even with a muzzle it's loud
Even with a muzzle it's loud
Even with a muzzle it's loud
And we gots to take flight, 'cause these shots fire, we all know even with a muzzle it's loud
Even with a muzzle it's loud
Even with a muzzle it's loud
And we gots to take flight, 'cause these shots fire, we all know even with a muzzle it's loud
Got no rich homies, but I'm chilling with Quan
Oh you get money? What the fuck is you on
Drop a new album and I drop like Islam
Killing the game, I'm like Genghis Khan
Don't need to be there, Vietnam
Dutch every day just to keep me calm
Bad lil biddie, met a freak in Guam
She open up her bible, then she sing me psalms
Smoke up your sister and chill with your moms
Can't fuck a bitch if she wearing some Toms
Weight on my shoulders, and pain on my palms
Drop a new album, and I drop like Saddam
Drop a new album, and I drop like a bomb
Drop a new album, and I drop like Quran
She getting dressed up, we ain't going to prom
She calling me handsome, the fuck is we on?
She calling me handsome
Fuck it I kill 'em at random
Used to use my phone for the scamming
Calling me Danny in phantoms
I kill me a feature and ran it right in for the anthem
Only taking these chances, to get me advances
I guess you can say that I've landed
Want me a billion of bucks and my face up on canvas
Know the game well, bitch I ran it
Tryna get me a Benz, and a mansion
Fuck the track, run laps around the standings
Fuck the trap, I get bags and I vanish
Can't duck the strap, you know it's outlandish
No two-steps, bitch we ain't dancing
No two sets, bitch we ain't tandem
No two breaths, bitch we ain't planning
Bitch I'm a Manning
New York I'm demanding
Got high standards
That's why they don't come around
(That's why they don't come around)

Written by:
Drew Panaski

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