STOMP WHAT - HoodStarDotty, JayKlickin, DD Osama, 83baby & Lil Mizzy: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

HoodStarDotty, JayKlickin, DD Osama, 83baby & Lil Mizzy

STOMP WHAT

485

Hip-Hop/Rap

STOMP WHAT was released on November 6, 2023 by NottiWorldRecords as a part of the album STOMP WHAT - Single

Song Details

AlbumSTOMP WHAT - Single

Release DateNovember 6, 2023

LabelNottiWorldRecords

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

HoodStarDotty

Performer

NottiWorldRecords

NottiWorldRecords

Performer

JayKlickin

Performer

DD Osama

Performer

83baby

Performer

Lil Mizzy

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Amiri Washington

Amiri Washington

Composer

David Reyes

Composer

Jacob Jordan

Composer

Justin M Reyes

Composer

Matthew Way

Composer

Lyrics

Baow, like, baow-baow-baow, ****

Like, ah, it's that Mizzy ****

Like, like, like, baow

Like, like, ah, like

Dickhead

Everywhere I go I got a Glock in my pants, like

I'ma flick on his mans, like

I'm 'bout to make him dance

And he can't even reach, I won't give him a chance

I can tell that he pussy, you can tell by the stance

Don't ask me who I'm smoking, bitch, I'm smoking Bandz

Like, how times he done ran?

When I hop out, I'm throwing, I hope it don't jam

Why you throwing up Hat, doing vids on my block? Bet

I'm 'bout to make it hot

You gon' get shot 'cause you doing that bop

I'll be back there tweaking, I'm dumping my chop

They know my bop, Mr. Stay With a Knock

And I'm crashing that jet it's gon' land in a box

Like, fuck lil' Sammy got shot in his back

To this day, **** never got back

I know I said that on a couple of tracks

That's how true it is, ****, get back

I'm still tapping my neck, he ain't die 'cause he fat

Word to bro ****, I never lack

I told Dotty, "Who that? **** we moving tact'"

Like, he move hot then we packing the pack

Like, I'm outside and I'm dropping the Hat

I'm with JStar, the B, he throwing up the Makk

Like, Sha, you need to stop

**** ran on Woo he died

Nesty, you dirty and popped

Stopped smoking his bestie but **** is out

Oh shit, I'm too hot

Catch me a 41, put him in the sky

Kyle Richh, you can't fight

Catch lil' Jenn, put hands on that dyke

And lil' Tata you know it's on sight

Run into me, you better have your pipe

We ain't dropping no beef, better pick your side

It's up and it's stuck 'til the day that I die

Hop out, we around, we out to the T's, we gon' park up inside

See Stunna, don't geek, we gon' make that boy–

See Stunna, don't geek, we gon' make that boy cry

African boy, send that boy to Allah

We see fake drip, we know that it's y'all

Youssef got hit and he still wanna rap

But in real life that **** really should've died

Youssef got hit and he still wanna rap

But in real life that ****– that **** should've died

Youssef got hit and he still wanna rap

But in real life that **** really should've died

Ayo, Dot, who that in that whip?

I don't know who that is, but throw me the assist

I ain't passing off, I got another grip

Aight, bet, then we making it lit

Like, baow, baow, we goin' on that hit

Like, ahh, ahh, **** know how we get

If she jacking the opps, she get shot with the grip

We gon' do her like 'Lila, left in the crib

Oh, bet, y'all wanna diss?

That's why I'm smoking on Spazz, **** resting in piss

Like, lil' Ta shot his self with the blick

Like, me and Dotty goin' on that trip

Fuck KG, died in the whip

I'm a dreadhead oota, tryna catch a hit

Sev-OK all that shit to my dick

**** know how we personally get

Bitch try to line me then urder she wrote

JB, Diddy, caught shots to the throat

They diss on my mans, better stay with a pole

Say they spin through my side, but they never gon' throw

Try spin through the– shh, catch 'em loafing

**** said I ain't spin, **** coaking

I'm on they block, gotta keep my eyes open

Too many shots out the G, think I broke it

They diss on my mans, tell 'em pick up a chop

Dougie, Sha Gz, both got shot

Rah, Ray, both head popped

He get hit with a bullet if he doin' that bop

Runnin' like Ricky, you know that boy ran

I could never do bad, every scene let it blam

Boom first, I won't give him a chance

Try to push up on me, I bet you he won't dare

When I saw Yus, told my **** to flick

Fucking forgot we left G in the whip

Saw the fear in your face, you was scared as a bitch

And the next time I see you, better have your grip

Y'all just dissing my brother so y'all can get lit

See that dyke, put her in a spliff

And the midget a bitch, **** never did shit

Catch him, throw him in a ditch

**** say shit a game 'til they lose a ****

**** talking 'bout guns, I'ma boom it

If he slide on my block, try to boom a ****

I put that on your life, you gon' lose it

Heard a couple **** tryna bend

Like, who tryna go meet they friend?

We got knocks in the V, we ain't stopping for–

Like, no, we ain't stopping for feds

Written by: Amiri Washington, David Reyes, Jacob Jordan, Justin M Reyes, Matthew Way

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