Stomp - Lyrics - Yung Wun

[Trick] One [Yung Wun] why'all done *** up now! OH ***! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! It's mine now! Who want it, HA? D-S, Ryde or Die ***, you heard that? It's Yung Wun with the big gun, what you gon' do boy? You betta sit down *** 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, *** 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 *** 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 want to follow the Impala (That's ***) And it ain't no stoppin it why'all *** from Georgia ain't lockin it [Chorusx2 - Yung Wun (Swizz Beatz addlibs)] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up These down South boys ain't playin wit why'all why'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 why'all boys betta give it up [Trick Daddy] Look, I'm slippin right behind ya *** Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya *** I'm representin Dade County *** I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy *** Don't eva try me *** Don't try to run no bull shut like that ??? *** 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 why'all My *** harder Dog I'm fron the city of Caprices and Impalas why'all Ima go and kill this *** Kiss above this realest *** First *** to take you to the bar and now you feel this *** The respect you gotta give us Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders *** And all yo money can't buy this *** My exctacy got me wilin *** I'm twice that body *** About 100 miles an hour *** [Swizz Beatz] Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy Yung Wun, Yung Wun Yo, Ball Out [Chorusx2] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up These down South boys ain't playin wit why'all why'all boys betta put em up what Put em up, Put em up, P-P-Put em up This is a stick up and why'all boys betta give it up [YUNG WUN] AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH Wait a minute God Damnit why'all done *** up now why'all gotta *** from the A on the Ruff Ryde Representin from the South In a glass ??? This man got cash in mind On the cash route *** there with they *** out Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A *** (MAN) That DS Cliq Ima bout to pitch a *** fit And start blowin this *** What you think my gun bust ice one Down in Georgia Six hours from Florida *** get slaughtered Boy where I'm 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 [Chorusx5] Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up These down South boys ain't playin wit why'all why'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 why'all boys betta give it up