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Stomp ‘Em Out

"Stomp ‘Em Out" Lyrics by Juice WRLD

Mustard on that beat, ho

Percocets be getting under my skin (Ayy, ayy)

I ain’t really fucking with her friend (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

All I got is my brothers and my kin (Ayy, ayy)

Feel like LeBron, how I’m all up on the rim (Woo)

Stomp ’em out in some Burberry Timbs, ayy (Woo)

I’ma come through, kill him, him and him, ayy (Woo)

Money shady, looking like Eminem, ayy (Woo)

Niggas fake as fuck, they be feminine, ayy (Woo)

Never love a ho never ever again (Right, right)

Blow a check, like I blow it in the wind (Right, right)

Bad bitch finna fuck me and my friends, ayy

Prolly have a ménage in the Benz, ayy (Skrt, yeah)

Two .50 Cals, they be twins (Pew pew pew)

You don’t wanna see them twins working, ayy (Pew pew)

Throw a band, got your bitch twerkin’, ayy

Hundred thou’, bought my bitch a Birkin, ayy

Put the money in the bag, stick up

I been balling like Kobe nigga no pick up

Mix the perky with the liquor, magic elixir

Ten minutes later I’m fucked up

Rollie turn the summer into winter

I can turn a loser to a winner

You can’t turn a chooser to a housewife

I don’t act right, but my Act right

I’m an activist, you know I keep the pour up

Mix it with the pills and sip it till I throw up

New niggas really claiming that they know us

Pull up on ’em like what’s up, what’s up

Percocets be getting under my skin (Ayy, ayy)

I ain’t really fucking with her friend (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

All I got is my brothers and my kin (Ayy, ayy)

Feel like LeBron, how I’m all up on the rim (Woo)

Stomp ’em out in some Burberry Timbs, ayy (Woo)

I’ma come through, kill him, him and him, ayy (Woo)

Money shady, looking like Eminem, ayy (Woo)

Niggas fake as fuck, they be feminine, ayy (Woo)

I don’t got time, but my watch do

I don’t hold clips, but my Glock do

I don’t show no pity for a nigga running up

I gave a warning, now I told that nigga not to

Choppa hit his stomach like soul food

Big kickback, taught that bitch Kung fu

Peel his wig, back looking like a sunroof

If you couldn’t tell, I do what I wanna do

Jumping in that pussy, feeling like Geronimo

I go ape shit, bitch, I’m an animal

Bad bitch, eat dick, no cannibal

Got a bitch, but the hoes think I’m single

I stay getting to the green, like CeeLo

Brodie make the gun sing, no Glee show

He’ll stitch a nigga up, Lilo

He’ll spark a nigga up, pre-roll

Percocets be getting under my skin (Ayy, ayy)

I ain’t really fucking with her friend (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

All I got is my brothers and my kin (Ayy, ayy)

Feel like LeBron, how I’m all up on the rim (Woo)

Stomp ’em out in some Burberry Timbs, ayy (Woo)

I’ma come through, kill him, him and him, ayy (Woo)

Money shady, looking like Eminem ayy (Woo)

Niggas fake as fuck, they be feminine, ayy

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