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letra de stomp da yard - big ahk

[intro}
stomp da yard
she get the boot, she f-ck with the boot, she f-ck with the boot
she say she want a deuce, then i gave her the deuce
then i remix the deuce, shout out to one deuce, shout out to one deuce

[chorus]
m.o.b. she gave the boot, stomp da yard
he ain’t omertà, i looked at his shards
hollow tips i swear that boy should’ve dodged
you play with my gang i’ma send you to god
i caught him lacking, he was cooling off guard
no thirty, they noticed that lil’ n-gga barred
i know your background, n-gga, i’ll pull your card
my new b-tch gon’ boot up like she stomp da yard

[verse 1}
fifty clip, f-ck a thirty
i got the mac like i’m bernie
momma said “what you do really hurts me”
these n-ggas don’t want bump, they scared of herpes
i still keep in touch with my attorney
i came from nothing, you come on my journey
i swear the judge tried to burn me
seventeen, facing ten by my lonely
i can’t f-ck with the plug so we beefing
the mac a lemon, how it’s squeezing
he’s a rat, he ate the cheez-it
hollow tips rip his body to pieces
free my dogs off the leashes
you saved that b-tch? oh my god, you was jesus
my shooters stay up in the creases
just copped the xd, can’t wait to release it

[chorus]
m.o.b. she gave the boot, stomp da yard
he ain’t omertà, i looked at his shards
hollow tips i send, that boy should’ve dodged
you play with my gang i’ma send you to god
i caught him lacking, he was cooling off guard
no thirty, they noticed that lil’ n-gga barred
i know your background, n-gga, i’ll pull your card
my new b-tch gon’ boot up like she stomp da yard
b-tch! stomp da yard
stomp da yard
she gon’ boot up, stomp da yard
she ain’t f-cking, get the boot, stomp da yard
what? stomp da yard, stomp the yard
oh god!

[verse 2]
i just copped a lil uzi
and you know what it do like i’m scooby
my new b-tch looking bad and boujee
if she ain’t sucking d-ck she on the ____
extended clip long as a movie
how you say you got a gun but ain’t shooting
we got more guns than call of duty
i been thugging hard since i was in juvie
they say my rugers up, well, b-tch, i ain’t lying
if you disrespect my ruger, you dying
bad b-tch give me head like a dime
i’m balling like larry bird in his prime
b-tch, we hitting everything when we slide
i caught him lacking, wrong place, wrong time
i just copped an all-black glock 9
let the cannon bang, no drumline, b-tch!

[chorus]
m.o.b. she gave the boot, stomp da yard
he ain’t omertà, i looked at his shards
hollow tips, i swear that boy should’ve dodged
you play with my gang i’ma send you to god
i caught him lacking, he was cooling off guard
no thirty, they noticed that lil’ n-gga barred
i know your background, n-gga, i’ll pull your card
my new b-tch gon’ boot up like she stomp da yard
b-tch! stomp da yard
stomp da yard
we gon’ boot up, stomp da yard
she ain’t f-cking, get the boot, stomp da yard
what? stomp da yard, stomp the yard
oh god!

[outro]
big ahk, b-tch! yea that!
free my rugers man, ruger warriors you hear me man
we up next we real live doing this sh-t on the ____
you hear me slim? you hear me slim?
aye, roll that dope up man you hear me

- big ahk

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