(Verse: $pec)
They be talkin crazy boy, like what u finna do?
All i know when i see him i pop out and shoot
Close range shots i got blood all on my shoe
Better then your bitch ass and i’m only new

Stomp Em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em, stomp em out
Fuckin’ on your bitch, i put my dick up in her fuckin’ mouth
Why you send your addy? bitch we finna rob your fucken house
All they really do is tell, they a fucken mouse


Shot his ass drop his ass
Bitch you know i’m popping tags
I don’t want that lil hoe man i only want the cash
Bitch you know i’m strapped up like a fucken polygraph
If u talk down you gon’ end up in a body bag

(Verse: Jeddy)
Yeah, hittin the shit
40k on my wrist yeah you know the shit
And i’m fucken hitting it with Diz yeah
Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh shit
Got 5 bands and a fuckin’ whole rit
Oh, selling rit, selling lit on the fucking Christmas
Yeah Yeah, you got Pho with his Christmas money yo yo
(Verse: $pec)
My boy silent he a shooter call him Cam Thomas
I’m finna kill you mothefuckers lil bitch that’s a promise
And im ballin’ like i’m James Harden on the fucking rockets
I don’t care only bout the drugs being honest

And it’s 1 to the 2 and to the 3 and to the 4
I’m with my pho and u already know
We be counting bands lil bitch we be counting dough
And we in the blue room smoking up all these fuckin’ cones

Diamonds on my motherfucking necklace
Your bitch on my motherfucking checklist
I ain’t on motherfucking setlist
Yeah u know that it’s reckless

Bags, bitch i get the cash
Bags, bitch i get the cash

Stomp em x13

(BREAK THE LAW)