Letra de Stomp Stomp (Crank That Remix) - 41

(Feat. Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter, Dee Billz, TaTa)

Grrah

4100, it's 41 guns out

Bitch, KR

Oh

Like, damn

In the party, I'm not havin' fun (Oh)

Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)

I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)

Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (Like, what?)

You gon' tell 'em the truth?

Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)

Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

In the party, I'm not havin' fun (Oh)

Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)

I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)

Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (What?)

You gon' tell 'em the truth?

Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)

Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

Bitch, came with thirty, I left with eleven

On his body, don't let him get lost

Like, we made a movie on— (Damn)

What the fuck? (Doumbouya)

How you alive? (How you alive?)

Stop the dissin', get out the kitchen

Like, when is you comin' outside? (Bitch)

Two-two deep when I'm on they side (I'm on they side)

Brodie oot like a Piston (Damn)

K-Kartii laughin', we already blitzed him (Kartii)

I could never do bad on a mission (Bitch)

Walk-walk down

Walk him down just to better the distance (Grrah, grrah)

Like, he can't run, it ain't nowhere to run

I keep fuckin' my vision, this shit got me trippin' (It's Carter, dickhead)

Bitch, 'Migos, I'm sippin' (What?)

'Lato stay on that timin', I call him, he clickin'

And she love how I'm drippin' (Grrah)

And the .40 like soccer the way that it's kickin'

Like, what? Who really on that? (Grrah, what?)

Brodie got put on the floor like a doormat

Niggas talkin', but where you performed at? (Grrah)

And if he got no motion, I cannot support that, bitch (Bitch)

Like, that's the sound of the chop (Grrah)

Jah Woo, he came with a knock (Like, what?)

And if Dee in the spot, that's a billion shots, grrah (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Up first, no hesitation

Dot on his noggin, we makin' him famous (Grrah, grrah)

Like, she a baddie, she lovin' my fragrance

She a, she a thottie, throw it in rotation (Forty-one shots to the head, bitch)

Grrah, someone tell me why he sound like a bitch more than Jenny

Since they dissin', it's 'bout to get heavy

I might be on Chester posted with the Jetty (Damn)

Like, I might slide with thirty in the clip

And when I leave, I bet this shit be empty

They wanna talk money, nigga, I got plenty

This .40 gon' bark, it's soundin' like confetti (Boom, boom, boom)

Like, if I hop out this car, I might spark 'em (Oh)

Stomach shot, I might parallel park 'em (Oh)

Thirteen in this rocket, Harden (Oh)

Put the dot on his head, I ain't missin' my target (Grrah, grrah, boom)

Huh, and when I'm off the 'erky, I tell her, "Don't fuck up my vibe" (Oh)

And they mans keep dyin'

They don't go and pick up a gun, they just go to the stu' and they cry, bitch (Like, damn)

In the party, I'm not havin' fun (Oh)

Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)

I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)

Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (What?)

You gon' tell 'em the truth?

Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)

Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

In the booth and it's Wock' in my cup, like (Wocky)

Got two thots, I don't know who to rump (I don't know who to rump)

Thot-thot bitch, shake it for some Runtz (She gon' shake it)

Dissin' on my—, she feelin' the gun (Grrah)

Like, grrah, my shit don't got no safety

Bro rock 'em to sleep like a baby (Rock 'em to sleep)

All of my opps be dyin' (They dyin')

Shit crazy, I laugh on a daily (What the fuck?)

In the, in the spot, see a baddie with motion

I'm tryna dive in that ocean

Keepin' it P, I don't got no emotion

Want no baby, I hit with a Trojan (Trojan)

In the party, sippin' Casamigos (Casa', casa')

Might switch it and pour up the Henny (Pour up the Henny)

Th-thooties askin', "Where is Jenny?" (Where is Jenn?)

Told 'em, "She gon' be here in like twenty-two" (Twenty-two minutes)

Two thots and they both twins (Two thots)

Like, I'm tryna go for the win (Go for the dub)

Strike her down like a pin (Strike her down)

Liquor drippin' down her chin (She a thot)

We in the party with the Barbies

I'm with the steppers, the fuck is a Ken?

Like, fuck it, might kick it to– (I might kick it to Jenn)

Like, fuck, I want her and her friend (Like, damn, bitch)

In the party, I'm not having fun (Oh)

Like, thinkin' 'bout using my gun (Oh)

I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)

Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (Like, what?)

You gon' tell 'em the truth?

Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)

Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

In the party, I'm not having fun (Oh)

Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)

I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)

Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (What?)

You gon' tell 'em the truth?

Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)

Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute

Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

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