TJ Beatz - Stomp lyrics

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TJ Beatz - Stomp lyrics

[Trick] One [Yung Wun] Y'all done f**ed up now! OH sh*t! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! It's mine now! Who want it, HA? D-S, Ryde or Die n***a, you heard that? It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy? You betta sit down n***a don't play like that Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BUDDY I don't play with the gun smoke For the East to the West Coast, n***a give up the ghost No problem Barry; you don't no cemetery, homes Just a pine box dropped off in the woods A man to come home, six-oh-three be like that Catch a case and come right back To the block with a gat Standin out in the track with a bumma hard Bummin weed into the sack n***a let the weed smoke blow I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head Baby, cause I be wilder, big BALLER, call up with quarter Trying to make a few endz Be runnin from the police, never wanna follow the Impala (That's sh**) And it ain't no stoppin it Y'all n***as from Georgia ain't lockin it Chorus: repeat 2X Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up These down South boys ain't playin wit yall Y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up [Trick Daddy] Look, I'm slippin right behind ya n***a Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya n***a I'm representin Dade County n***a I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy n***as Don't eva try me n***a Don't try to run no bull sh** like that ??? n***a You know I'ma a fool for this I gots two for this I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this Them Daddy dollars y'all My sh** harder Dog I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all Ima go and k** this n***a Kiss above this realest n***a First n***a to take you to the bar and now you feel this n***a The respect you gotta give us Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders n***a And all yo money can't buy this n***a My exctacy got me wilin n***a I'm twice that body n***a About 100 miles an hour n***a [Swizz Beatz] Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy Yung Wun, Yung Wun Yo, Ball Out Chorus: repeat 2X Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up These down South boys ain't playin wit yall Y'all boys betta put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up [YUNG WUN] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done f**ed up now Y'all gotta n***a from the A on the Ruff Ryde Representin from the South In a gla** ??? This man got cash in mind On the cash route n***as there with they a** out Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A b*tch (MAN) That DS Cliq Ima bout to pitch a f**in fit And start blowin this b**h What you think my gun bust ice one Down in Georgia Six hours from Florida n***as get slaughtered Boy where Im from Problems gon get solved By getting robbed Causin tear drops and closed caskets On tha gla**es Get beside theyself And soficate from plastic Face down on a mattress Chorus: repeat 5X Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up These down South boys ain't playin wit yall Y'all boys betta put em up, put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up