Yung Wun

Yung Wun - Stomp lyrics

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(feat. Trick Daddy)

[Trick] One

[Yung Wun]

Y'all done fucked up now!

OH SHIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

It's mine now! Who want it, HA?

D-S, Ryde or Die nigga, you heard that?

It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy?

You betta sit down nigga 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, nigga 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

Nigga 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 shit) And it ain't no stoppin it

Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it

[Chorus: x2]

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 nigga

Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya nigga

I'm representin Dade County nigga

I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy niggas

Don't eva try me nigga

Don't try to run no bull shit like that ??? nigga

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 shit harder Dog

I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all

Ima go and kill this nigga

Kiss above this realest nigga

First nigga to take you to the bar and now you feel this nigga

The respect you gotta give us

Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders nigga

And all yo money can't buy this nigga

My exctacy got me wilin nigga

I'm twice that body nigga

About 100 miles an hour nigga

[Swizz Beatz]

Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy

Yung Wun, Yung Wun

Yo, Ball Out

[Chorus: x2]

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 fucked up now

y'all gotta nigga from the A on the Ruff Ryde

Representin from the South

In a glass ???

This man got cash in mind

On the cash route

Niggas there with they ass out

Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A BITCH (MAN)

That DS Cliq

Ima bout to pitch a fuckin fit

And start blowin this bitch

What you think my gun bust ice one

Down in Georgia

Six hours from Florida

Niggas get slaughtered

Boy where Im from

Problems gon get solved

By getting robbed

Causin tear drops and closed caskets

On tha glasses

Get beside theyself

And soficate from plastic

Face down on a mattress

[Chorus: x5]

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

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