Yung Wun - Stomp lyrics
rate me(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
