Stomp The Yard

Im grip in the deal nothin but mackin Got to get the money its all that happening And i do stay clean, Hoe says im the best pimp they ever seen (CYoung on the beat) [Verse 1] When I get lost up in my thoughts, I hit the stu to clear my head Mama told me watch my back a lot of people want me dead I'm sorry mama, I know you hate that I'm a target but I'm fine with it Cause I made sure I read the print before I signed the shit It’s double M's until the end you bet not get it wrong Just tеll me where you from causе I would hate if we don’t get along The hoodie Nike, Miami Marlins the black fitted I heard she fuckin with suckers brother that’s bad business If you gon go and do your thing when it’s that time to go They throw you in that pit you keep it stitched never cry and fold Water girlies keep poppin' and niggas not hard Niggas hoods is in Santa Ana and Hawthorne [Bridge] (Hmm)Sh*t they got ran up out they city tryna come to ours The Homies caught a water girl played them some stomp the yard (Hmm) taking pictures outside the Vistas come inside of em Said what’s her name? Fuck with suckers then she can die with them [Verse 2] Hit him in his bad knee throw him in the backseat Mama look 3 murders in Hemet just in this past week He ain't mackin material if u ask me Bring his ass to the west and he get his ass beat Niggas always gon envy when there’s some fame involved But this your moment don’t blow it bro whatchu waitin on? Shit I done passed up on plenty of opportunities Like what’s the point if it doesn’t benefit you and me? If you ain't shot a thing then you can’t hop in this whip He never in the street then we gon creep by where his bitch live Why you rappin bout bodies that niggas don’t got? We just spun through the one and we ain't see no opps You Can Sink Entire ships for moving sloppy Bro The sheriff station is literally in the sloppy joes Want smoke wit us? Just like probation, you get violated She gon blow it like a trumpet Nigga miles Davis Bandit put your hoodie on there go the Police You know if they See you near the Hemet vistas they gon Free It's easy buckets hit Buddha up for the Free throw I like your sneakers so come up out em in need those Don’t got a blick? Then don’t get in cause i don’t pass heat If you use a tool then Room Yourself from the Backseat We talkin' summers shit i was down for the past 3 It’s just me with some Gary Payton and Ashley This nigga told up on the Homies We can’t pass the fact So we ain't talking bitch we sparking when we catch his ass And I ain't cappin i catch him lackin its lights out Slide through the hood if you trippin im in it Right now Bandit make it up out the Hood and life a life of fame Throw it all away spend the rest of his life inside a Cage Stay tune till n the end cause only time will tell Already let the homie fuck bitch you might as well Did this shit up off the mussle they ain't hand me nothing I ain't the Boyfriend you invite to go to Family Functions Ask where you from you said the lawn, my nigga come again nigga double M’s