Trippie Redd

Stomp


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Haha big 14 yeah
Whoa whoa whoa

That bitch on go (huh)
She got that coke up on her nose
Talking Kurtis blow, talking Rick snow
Murder what she wrote
I'mma take her soul, I'mma take her soul
Up that fuckin pole, put that shit on gang
Let that 30 bang hit you where your hat hang
Nigga I been killin' shit like I'm Matt Mane
Feel like Max Payne hit her with the fade
Blow his face away, get up out my face
With that 40, yeah it's fake shit
I don't give a fuck about these niggas man they basics
If you talking shit pull up on you niggas straight 6
It's all I need
That bitch she owe me, she on her knees
I been sipping codine, blowin' OG
With my nigga rew sending shots at you
Pull up in that coupe, I'mma lose my roof
Got the AK, SK, AK, AK
Bang bang nigga, take yo soul away
Pull up in dat ch ch ch ch all way
Pull up in dat ch ch ch ch

]Verse 2: Black Jezuss]
Pull up like Max Payne
Two brand new damn 40's I'ma shoot yo fucking brain
Me and bro we go, smoking all this dope
Pull up to Sam's Club, and fuck on me a hoe
And I'm with bro Drew, look at what we do
Flipping all these fucking *inaudiable*
Debbie Doe Fuc***
I smoke dope, nigga
And I'm riding in the foreign car, wait foreign car
And I'm listening we gon bag that bitch
I don't lease I just buy that shit
100 racks on my reign yeah
100 thous are my chains, yeah
And I'm reigning out with Trippie
Not me I'm the XP

With BlackJezuss counting blessings, yeah
With these racks I'm never stressing
Debbie said that she would sext me, yeah
Hit that nigga with the xd, yeah