Stomp Stomp (feat. TaTa & Dee Billz)

Like damn

In the party, I'm not havin' fun, like thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun

I'm tryna spot me a, like, I'm tryna make me a blunt

You gon' tell on the truth, like they got beat and went straight to the stu'

Stomp, stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap off the shit that they do?

Bitch, came with thirty, I left with eleven

On his body, don't let him get lost, like we made a movie on (Damn)

What the fuck? Doumbouya, how you alive?

Stop the dissin', get out of the kitchen, like when is you comin' outside?

Two-two deep when I'm on they side

Brodie 'oot like a Piston, Ka-Kartii laughin', we already blitzed 'em

I could never do bad on a mission

Walk, walk down, walk 'em down, just to better the distance

Like he can't run, it ain't nowhere to run

I keep fuckin' my vision, this shit got me trippin'

Bitch, Migos, I'm sippin'

Latto stay on that timin', I call him, he clickin'

And she love how I'm drippin'

And the .40 like soccer the way that it's kickin'

Like what? Who really on that?

Brodie got put on the floor like a doormat

**** talkin', but where he perform at?

And if he got no motion, I cannot support that

Bitch, like, that's the sound of the chop

Chop when we came, we ain't knockin', if D in the spot, that's a billion shots, grrah

Up first, no hesitation

Dot on his noggin, we makin' 'em famous

Like she a baddie, she lovin' my fragrance

She a, she a thottie, throw it in rotation, mmm

Someone tell me why he sound like a bitch more than Jenny?

Since they dissin', it's 'bout to get heavy, I might be on Chester, posted with the Jetty

Like I might slide with thirty in the clip

And when I leave, I bet the shit be empty

They wanna talk money, ****, I got plenty

This .40 gon' bark, it's soundin' like confetti

Like if I hop out this car, I might spark 'em

Stomach shot, I might parallel park 'em

Thirteen in this rocket, Harley

Put the dot on his head, I ain't missin' my target

Huh, and when I'm off the 'erky I tell her don't fuck up my vibe

And they man's keep dyin', they don't go and pick up the gun, they just go in the stu' and they cry, bitch

In the party, I'm not havin' fun, like thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun

I'm tryna spot me a, like, I'm tryna make me a blunt

You gon' tell on the truth, like they got beat and went straight to the stu'

Stomp, stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap off the shit that they do?

In the booth and this wock in my cup, like got two thots, I don't know who the one

Thot-thot bitch shake it for some ones

Dancin' on my, she feelin' the gun, like grrah

My shit don't got no safety

Bro rock him to sleep like a baby

All of my opps be dyin'

Shit crazy, I laugh on a daily

In the spot, see a baddie with motion

I'm tryna dive in that ocean

Keepin' it P, I don't got no emotion

Want no baby, I hit with a Trojan

In the party sippin' Casamigos

Might switch it and pour up the Henny

T-Tuti's askin', "Where is Jenny?"

Told 'em she gon' be here in like twenty-two

Two thots and they both twins, uh

I'm tryna go for the win

Check her down like a pen

Liquor drippin' down her chin

We in the party with the Barbies, I'm with the steppers, the fuckers and Ken

Like fuck it, might kick it to, like, fuck, I want her and her friend, damn, damn

In the party, I'm not havin' fun, like thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun

I'm tryna spot me a, like I'm tryna make me a blunt

You gon' tell on the truth, like they got beat and went straight to the stu'

Stomp' stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do?