STOMPEMOUT

[Chorus]
Grab the rounds and the mac 11 stomp em out
Talking all that shit behind the keyboard, what’s up now
Before i grab the barrel put it to you’re mouth
Nobody put you on a stretcher, ima lay it out

[Verse]
That’s yo bitch, she realized i’m the shit and she wanna take a pic
She wanna take me to her car i haven’t request a Uber yet
Why take Uber when i got three cars and they five percent
Whippin up the pot on this bitch i am a chief
Nobody realize i got a nine on my waist
With a smile on my face
Keep on talking all that shit before i blow yo face away
Got my boys blocking up the cameras
So then they go there’s no evidence on the case
It’s like a button on the keyboard but i do it in person he erased
Walk up in the mall they all know me yeah i am embraced
Social anxiety got me felling like i am so laced
Keep on talking all that shit cuz i will never be replaced

[Chorus]
Grab the rounds and the mac 11 stomp em out
Talking all that shit behind the keyboard, what’s up now
Before i grab the barrel put it to you’re mouth
Nobody put you on a stretcher, ima lay it out