Stomp Lyrics

Stomp it to the floor

With my boots I got the holes

Stomp it to the floor

You know that we on a roll

Stomp it to the floor

With my real white trash

Stomp it to the floor

No one's ever taking that

Stomp it to the floor

With my boots I got the holes

Stomp it to the floor

You know that we on a roll

Stomp it to the floor

With my real white trash

Stomp it to the floor

No one's ever taking that

Step outside the trailer with my trash call it, Grade A

Triple A, tow around your drive like a figure 8

Battery hooked up, no load, through my high rate

Take the highway, cause my weight, trailed my lane

Hard telling who else tryna tail, on my double wide

They shoot blind, with eyes closed, shoot in the sky

Redneck too heavy something you can't apply

24, James dean, denim jeans, never die

This rebel flying higher in his Chevrolet on 35s

Rebel without a cause, I'm a menace what you call defined

Bring the fine wine, with my woman sitting passenger

Bonnie and Clyde, but we don't die, shoot the messenger

Laid back, I'm Tempur-Pedic how I trained that

Teeth plaque, from wood stained, I don't lay flat

Layers on top of layers, to soak, what I build fast

I been on a roll, middle finger with my white trash

Stomp it to the floor

With my boots I got the holes

Stomp it to the floor

You know that we on a roll

Stomp it to the floor

With my real white trash

Stomp it to the floor

No one's ever taking that

Stomp it to the floor

With my boots I got the holes

Stomp it to the floor

You know that we on a roll

Stomp it to the floor

With my real white trash

Stomp it to the floor

No one's ever taking that

Peel off, like I have a reason

Let that circulate to resonate the tread on the ground it's leaving,

1st gear lemme shift it to you, havin' trouble weavin'

In and out, drive thru, smoking to enjoy the evening

Sunset, never dress to impress, on the road

Hang dry, driving into a time of a zone

Rooftop, makin ya mind blown, getting cold

Whether through opponents, I'm passin' through on my own

I, shift right through, I been the 1, exclamation point

At, everybody, 2 make room straight to the point

Shooting from the 3 with ease, pound to my hoist

My weight don't a limit, my engine running balance to point

Back fire, welding the cartel, to your satire

Leave a flat tire, on your trail that you can't ride

No suit and tie, to my roots, how I shake guys

One hand out is another man's, jewel, gold mine

Stomp it to the floor

With my boots I got the holes

Stomp it to the floor

You know that we on a roll

Stomp it to the floor

With my real white trash

Stomp it to the floor

No one's ever taking that

Stomp it to the floor

With my boots I got the holes

Stomp it to the floor

You know that we on a roll

Stomp it to the floor

With my real white trash

Stomp it to the floor

No one's ever taking that