STOMP THE YARD ft. J.R Boomin Lyrics

Dont talk about it better be about it When i catch you

Lackin in these streets

In the field witta Big ol' location

Gettin dirty stompin' in my Cleats

Fuck all the beef we can dead that

Big knocker with a beam

I'm always on go I'm never gon' stop

I'm really ridin' for my team

Talk about it let it be about it

When I catch you lackin' in these Streets

In the field witta big ol' chop

Gettin dirty stompin' in my cleats

Fuck all the beef we can dead that

Big knocker with a beam

I'm always on go I'm never gon' stop

I'm really ridin' for my team

Cause be wit the woos and generals

Come to my side and you finna meet God

Its only two rules its simple

You cannot be rat you cannot be fraud

Keepin my cleats when stompin the Yard

Whats the point ima keep on clickin

Opps fire but they keep on missin

And they wonder why i just keep on Dissin If they score back ima have to

Go show em respect yeah right

Ima go kick all the candles at they Mural

For

That fuck nigga thinkin he a hero

Ima really go piss on his grave

Yeah be tuff wasnt all that

Past tense you a call back i stay

Winnin watchu call that

Dont talk about it better be about it When i catch you

Lackin in these streets

In the field witta Big ol' chop

Gettin dirty stompin' in my Cleats

Fuck all the beef, we can dead that

Big knocker with a beam

I'm always on go I'm never gon' stop

I'm really ridin' for my team

Talk about it betta be about it

When I catch you lackin' in these Streets

In the field witta big ol' chop

Gettin dirty stompin' in my cleats

Fuck all the beef we can dead that

Big knocker with a beam

I'm always on go I'm never gon'stop

I'm really ridin' for my team

The murder rate boomin bad

Anyone can get zipped upp

Sippin' weed lean with the team

Turn you into ashes yea big dust

No burpin really bout whatever

We can take a day or roll mommas

You makin' statements in black and White

Your true color's gonna bring you Trauma

Bullets ringin' outside of Bodega

It's retaliation with any traitor

Send his body to Florida

Leave the rest of the job to the gators

If you got a stocked ten

You better keep me some extra clips

Just because the body dropped

Don't mean stop go dummy on some Extra Shit

Dont talk about it better be about it When i catch you

Lackin in these streets

In the field witta Big ol' chop

Gettin dirty stompin' in my Cleats

Fuck all the beef we can dead that

Big knocker with a beam

I'm always on go I'm never gon' stop

I'm really ridin' for my team

Talk about it let it be about it

When I catch you lackin' in these Streets

In the field witta big ol' chop

Gettin dirty stompin' in my cleats

Fuck all the beef we can dead that

Big knocker with a beam

I'm always on go I'm never gon' stop

I'm really ridin' for my team