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stomp - dcg brothers lyrics

[intro* dcg bsavv]
(aye tr3asy turn me up)
jump
jump
uh uh jump
(uh, uh)

[hook* dcg bsavv]
when that n*gga move boy you better stomp uh
jump when i say jump
we stomp us a n*gga then left out the front
my n*ggas gon step whenever i stomp(jump)
we stuff sh*t in the blunt
we kickin his ass like we finna punt
my n*ggas get wild and then get crunk
march on the opps all bout one gun(stomp)
n*gga i feel like trump i get kicked out wherever i come
i come to the hood they call me the one
b*tch you better step like you 600(stomp)
my n*ggas rеally be gunning
screenshot pictures of n*ggas in comments
i f*ckin this b*tch and strеtching her b*tt
im making my way lil n*gga im coming(jump)

[verse 1* dcg shun]
soon as he scream out “hut” b*tch we gon bust and they start running
whenever they call they know im be comin
that glock go — that b*tch gotta b*tton(stomp)
we leave n*ggas with assumptions boi you got the ball you better not fumble(better not fumble)
if you hit the floor this b*tch’ll start stuttering i’ll hit you, yo cousin and brother(jump)
you gotta gun? why you upping it? n*ggas be soft talking tough sh*t(upping it upping it)
i dont go outside just know that im bussin it
they thought it was funny i kept on hustling
i trynna hop in that cullinan i wanna f*ck on you and ya buddy’nem(cullinan)
told her hop in and she start sucking it if you want money then b*tch i ain’t [?](stomp)
i gotta get this lil beat on [?] shootin at n*ggas like b*roll
yo ass a rookie you bricking from free throw
im going up and its givin them heatstrokes
my homie’nem still doin blue*fives dont gotta gun? my n*gga come get mine (yea)
gun and a drum and they still in my top 5
my opps fakin at n*ggas with s.i’s
we still walk in and swiping at best buy(yea)
6 be shooting the .50 with one eye(yea)
spank be fresh thats my lil fat guy(fat guy)
almost died? good luck on the next try
im still getting p*ssy just off of my neck tat
no not lies b*tch he finna catch that
i want the track but i wanna test drive
im off the perc’ so im looking like lefteye(yea)
[hook* dcg bsavv]
when that n*gga move boy you better stomp uh
jump when i say jump
we stomp us a n*gga then left out the front
my n*ggas gon step whenever i stomp(jump)
we stuff sh*t in the blunt
we kickin his ass like we finna punt
my n*ggas get wild and then get crunk
march on the opps all bout one gun(stomp)
n*gga i feel like trump i get kicked out wherever i come
i come to the hood they call me the one
b*tch you better step like you 600(stomp)
my n*ggas really be gunning
screenshot pictures of n*ggas in comments
i f*ckin this b*tch and stretching her b*tt
im making my way lil n*gga im coming(jump)

[verse 2* g herbo]
(aye ok)
they know they see us, better run
that ain’t no guitar b*tch issa drum(grrll)
way before hiphop we use to flip opps
swerve on lipbox you’ll get zip locked(and you know that)
im in the trenches comfortable rocking flipflops
dash in the coupe with my hoe she on tictok(yea)
b*tches love me i love top make her lips lock
blessed so my son ess*x its [?]
40 glocks i step(stomp)
shoot this b*tch like steph(uh)
treat my opps like photos(dump)
p*ssy where yo bro go?(slumped)
iced out all my logos(g herbo)
diamonds jump like pogos(like pogos)
ion care where no hoe go(f*ckem)
black out just see rojo
im in la ion do no hoe(yea)
i buy foreigns and buy 4 mo(know dat)
money pouring sh*t get boring
couple mill’ just off touring
we be shooting and we scoring
im in louis, saint laurent
i go up while you snoring
we go up when we waring
shotty bucked get f*cked get ripped up now he torn
if its beef n*ggas die he alive now he corn(vegetable)
call us elastic b*tch we stretch you
we smoking yo ass and who ever next to you
we burn em alive and cut off his t*st*cl*s
bury you half they couldn’t find the rest of you
[hook* dcg bsavv]
when that n*gga move boy you better stomp uh
jump when i say jump
we stomp us a n*gga then left out the front
my n*ggas gon step whenever i stomp(jump)
we stuff sh*t in the blunt
we kickin his ass like we finna punt
my n*ggas get wild and then get crunk
march on the opps all bout one gun(stomp)
n*gga i feel like trump i get kicked out wherever i come
i come to the hood they call me the one
b*tch you better step like you 600(stomp)
my n*ggas really be gunning
screenshot pictures of n*ggas in comments
i f*ckin this b*tch and stretching her b*tt
im making my way lil n*gga im coming(jump)

[outro* dcg bsavv]
jump
uh jump
uh uh jump

- dcg brothers lyrics

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