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