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stomp the yard - banditdamack lyrics

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
im sorry mama, i know you hate that im a target but im fine wit it
cause i make sure i read the print before i sign the sh*t
it’s double m’s until the end you better not get it wrong
just tell mе where you from cause i would hatе if we don’t get along
the hoodie nike miami marcus the black fitted
i heard she f*ckin with sucker 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
why the girlies keep poppin and n*ggas is not hard?
n*ggas hood is (?) and hot f*dg*

[chorus]
(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? f*ck 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
n*ggas always gon envy when there’s some fame involved
but this your moment don’t blow it bro whatchu waitin on?
sh*t 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 b*tch live
why you rappin bout bodies that n*ggas don’t got?
we just sp*nked 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 n*gga miles davis
bandit put your hoodie on there go the police
you know if they see you near the hemet vicious they go free
it’s easy buckets buddha up for the free throw
i like your sneakers so come up out em in need those
don’t got a bl!ck? then don’t get in cause i don’t pass heat
if you use a tool then room yourself from the backseat
we talking so much sh*t i was down for the past 3
it’s just me with some gary payton and ashley
this n*gga told up on the homies we can’t pass the fact
so we ain’t talking b*tch 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 f*ck b*tch you might as well
did this sh*t 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 word, my n*gga come again n*gga double m’s

- banditdamack lyrics

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