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41, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter & Tata (Ft. Dee Billz) – Stomp Stomp (Crank That Remix) Lyrics

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41, Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter & Tata (Ft. Dee Billz) – Stomp Stomp (Crank That Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Richh]
Grrah
4100, there’s 41 guns up
Bitch, KR
Oh
Like, damn

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
In the party I’m not havin’ fun, like (Oh)
Thinkin’ ’bout usin’ my gun (Oh)
I’m tryna spot me a–, like (O)
I’m tryna make me a blunt (Like, what?)
You gon’ tell them the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu’ (Stu’)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap about the shit that they do?
In the party I’m not havin’ fun, like (Oh)
Thinkin’ ’bout usin’ my gun (Oh)
I’m tryna spot me a–, like (O)
I’m tryna make me a blunt (Like, what?)
You gon’ tell them the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu’ (Stu’)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap about the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Bitch, camе with thirty, I left with elevеn
On his body, don’t let ’em get lost
Like, we made a movie on— (Damn)
What the fuck? (Doumbouya)
How you alive? (How you alive?)
Stop the dissin’, get out the kitchen
Like, when is you comin’ outside? (Bitch!)
Two-two deep, when I’m on they side (I’m on they side)
Brodie ‘oot like a Piston (Damn)
Ka-Kartii laughin’, we already blitzed ’em (Kartii!)
I could never do bad on a mission (Bitch!)
Walk-walk down (Grrah), walk ’em down just to better the distance (Grrah)
Like he can’t run, there ain’t no where to run

[Verse 2: Jenn Carter & Dee Billz]
I keep fuckin’ my vision, this shit got me trippin’ (It’s Carter, dickhead)
Bitch, ‘Migos I’m sippin’ (What?)
Lotto stay on that timin’, I call him, he clickin’ (Clickin’)
And she love how I’m drippin’ (Grrah)
That .40 like soccer the way that it’s kickin’ (Kickin’)
Like, what? (Grrah) Who really on that? (What?)
Brodie got put on the floor like a doormat (Doormat)
Niggas talkin’, but where you performed at? (Grrah)
And if he got no motion, I cannot support that, bitch (Support that, bitch)
Like, that’s the sound of the chop’ (Grrah)
Jah Woo came when we knockin’ it (Like, what?)
And if Dee in the spot, that’s a billion shots, grrah (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Up first, no hesitation
Dot on his noggin’ (Dot on his noggin) we makin’ him famous (Grrah, grrah)
Like, she a baddie, she lovin’ my fragrance
She a, she a thottie, throw it in rotation

[Verse 3: Tata]
(41 Shots to the Head)
Grrah, somebody tell me why he sound like a bitch more than Jenny (Ddot!)
Since they diss, it’s about to get heavy, I might be on Chester posted wit’ the Jetty (Damn)
Like, I might slide wit’ 30 in the clip, and when I leave, I bet this shit be empty (Empty)
They wanna talk money, nigga, I got plenty
This .40 gon’ bark, it’s soundin’ like confetti (Boom, boom, boom)
Like, if I hop out this car, I’ma spark ’em (Ohh)
Stomach shot, I might parallel park ’em (Ohh)
Thirteen in this rocket, Harden (Ohh), put the dot on his head, I ain’t missin’ my target (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Huh, when I’m off the ‘erky, I told her, “Don’t fuck up my vibe”
And they mans keep dyin’, they don’t go and pick up a gun, they just go to the stu’ and they cry (Ahhhh)
Like, bitch

[Chorus: Kyle Richh ]
In the party I’m not havin’ fun, like (Oh)
Thinkin’ ’bout usin’ my gun (Oh)
I’m tryna spot me a–, like (O)
I’m tryna make me a blunt (What?)
You gon’ tell them the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu’ (Stu’)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap about the shit that they do? (Notti)

[Verse 4: Dee Billz]
In the booth, and it’s Wock’ in my cup (Wocky)
Got two thots, I don’t know who to rump (I don’t know who to what?)
Thot-thot bitch, shake it, for some Runtz, dissin’ on my— (She gon’ shake it)
She feelin’ the gun (Grrah)
Like grrah, my shit don’t got no safety
Bro rock ’em to sleep like a baby (Rock ’em to sleep)
All of my-all of my opps be dyin’, (Be dyin’) shit crazy, I laugh on a daily
In the-in the spot she a baddie wit’ motion
I’m tryna dive in that ocean (Dive in that ocean)
Keep it a P, I don’t got no emotion
Want no baby, I gotta hit wit’ a Trojan (Trojan)
In the party sippin’ Casamigos (Casa, casa)
Might switch it and pour up the Henny (Pour up the Henny)
Too-tooties askin’, “Where is Jenny?” (Where is Jenn?)
Told ’em she gon’ be here in like twenty-two (Twenty-Two Minutes)
Two thots, and they both twins, like (Two thots)
I’m tryna go for the win (Go for the dub)
Strike her down, like a pin (strike her down)
Make her drippin’, down her chin (She a thot)
She in the party wit’ the Barbies
I’m wit’ the steppers, the fuck is a Ken? (The fuck is a Ken?)
Like, fuck it might kick it to– (I might kick it to Jenn)
Like, fuck I want her and her friend

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
In the party I’m not having fun, like (Ohhh)
Thinkin’ ’bout using my gun (Ohhh)
I’m tryna spot me a, like (O)
I’m tryna make me a blunt (Like, what?)
You gon’ tell them the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu’ (Stu’)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap about the shit that they do? (Like, damn)
In the party I’m not having fun, like (Ohhh)
Thinkin’ ’bout using my gun (Ohhh)
I’m tryna spot me a, like (O)
I’m tryna make me a blunt (What?)
You gon’ tell them the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu’ (Stu’)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap about the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

This is the end of the Lyrics

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