Juice WRLD – Stomp ‘Em Out Lyrics
Artist: Juice WRLD
Song: Stomp ‘Em Out
Mustard on that beat, ho
Percocets be getting under my skin (Ayy, ayy)
I ain’t really f#cking 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)
n#gg#s fake as f#ck, 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 b#tch finna f#ck 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 b#tch twerkin’, ayy
Hundred thou’, bought my b#tch a Birkin, ayy
Put the money in the bag, stick up
I been balling like Kobe n#gg# no pick up
Mix the perky with the liquor, magic elixir
Ten minutes later I’m f#cked 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 n#gg#s 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 f#cking 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)
n#gg#s fake as f#ck, 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 n#gg# running up
I gave a warning, now I told that n#gg# not to
Choppa hit his stomach like soul food
Big kickback, taught that b#tch Kung fu
Peel his wig, back looking like a sunroof
If you couldn’t tell, I do what I wanna do
Jumping in that p#ss#, feeling like Geronimo
I go ape sh#t, b#tch, I’m an animal
Bad b#tch, eat dick, no cannibal
Got a b#tch, 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 n#gg# up, Lilo
He’ll spark a n#gg# up, pre-roll
Percocets be getting under my skin (Ayy, ayy)
I ain’t really f#cking 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)
n#gg#s fake as f#ck, they be feminine, ayy (Woo)
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From the album:
Legends Never Die [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020