Stomp (feat. Trick Daddy & Yung Wun) lyrics

[Intro]
[Trick Daddy]
One
[Yung Wun]
Y'all done f**ked up now
OH sh*t
Ryde Or Die n*gga

[Verse 1 - Yung Wun]
Its Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon do boy
Betta sit down boy we 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
Don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast
n*gga get bucked get ghost with no problem Barry
You don't want no cemetery, Home
Is the pine box dropped off in the woods
A man to come home
Zone three be like that
Tell his ass to come right back
To the block with a gat
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
n*gga 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 ends be runnin from the police
Never wanna follow
And parlor (that's sh*t)
And it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all n*ggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
[Chorus - Yung Wun] (Swizz Beatz in the back)
Give it up, Give it up, G-G-Give it up
Them cops on put and they came to town
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

[Verse 2 - Trick Daddy]
Look, I'm slippin right behind ya n*gga
Don't try to hide cause I'll find ya n*gga
I'm representin big county n*gga
I gotta a clip for all ya slimmy n*ggas
Don't eva try me n*gga
Don't try to run no bull sh*t like that ??? n*gga
You know I'ma a fool for this
And I gots the tools for this
I'll tear yo mammy and your crew plus you for this
Them Daddy dollars y'all
My sh*t harder Dog
Im from the city of Caprices and Impalas y'all
Ima go and kill this n*gga
Some of the realest n*gga
First n*gga to take you to the bar and now you feel this n*gga
The respect you gotta give us
Slip-N-Slide and Ruff Ryders n*gga
And all yo money can't buy this n*gga
My exctasy got me wilin n*gga
I'm twice that body n*gga
About 100 miles an hour n*gga
[Swizz Beatz]
Trick Daddy, Trick Daddy
Yung Wun, Yung Wun
Yo, Ball Out

[Chorus]x2

[Verse 3 - Yung Wun]
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
Wait a minute God Damnit y'all done f**ked up now
Y'all gotta n*gga from the A on the Ruff Ryde
Representin from the South
In a glass ???
This man got cash in mind
On the cash route
n*ggas there with they ass out
Talkin bout YUNG WUN'S A b*tch (MAN)
That DS Cliq
Ima bout to pitch a f**kin fit
And start blowin this b*tch
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
n*ggas 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