Stomp (feat. L Treez)
Come on everybody let your feet stomp
Put your hands up if you're sick of lil pump
Let me hear you scream if you want some hip hop
The goods are cooking baby just wait til it drop
Got that just don't stop to pull them out the traps
Royal on the mic like Sep C and Dos Cats
Check your history kid before you catch a throwback
Can the Ole Man kick it come on man you know that
I make it slide easy getting loose like slip knots
Always bring the tight lines to the spin the big top
Save that clowning for the circus stuffed in the trunk
Come on everybody let your feet stomp
Yo, When my poetry passes, My vocals
They open up locals to be listener hopefuls
Looking to independent artists, who simply
Deliver all the goods, straight up and nothing cringy
Or crass, when beats drop, they drop fast
We heat it up or cool it down, chill, AC blast
Face the future or the past, eyes open, the task
Rip the mask off, see, i'm never lost and never last
Still have the same passion, same name, same traction
Same fame, game action, press a button, something happens
Beat drops, Fools Shaqtin, foul mouth, foul reaction
Loud mouth, louder rapping, feet stomp, feel the action
This is on some stadium pack'em in shit
Crowd surf'n wylin' out mosh pit shit
Get caught with an elbow to the mouth lip split
If you don't want to stomp then just sit
But don't kill the vibe
Take your arms move them side to side
Let me see which side can get all the way live
Is it the left or the right
The front or the back
It don't matter where you from just let your hands clap
And tap your feet to the beat
If your sitting down get that ass out your seat!
We set aside all beef
When we the people meet
This right here's some heat
So please hit repeat
He said please please repeat, no need to keep it discrete
Throw ya hands in the sky like you reachin' for peaks
Got that heat that you seek what we be preachin's unique
You peeping Treez guaranteed what I'm speaking is deep
Yo, my words flagrant flow harder than burnt bacon
Herbs hatin' force em out like First Basemen
Get the whole spot Stompin like Kirk Franklin
All together we rockin' and got the earth shaking
So holla if ya follow the vibe
I said please please repeat and keep it all the way live
Ain't no resting in peace please we wreckless wit each song
So when ya hear it best get to lettin' ya feet stomp
Put your hands up if you're sick of lil pump
Let me hear you scream if you want some hip hop
The goods are cooking baby just wait til it drop
Got that just don't stop to pull them out the traps
Royal on the mic like Sep C and Dos Cats
Check your history kid before you catch a throwback
Can the Ole Man kick it come on man you know that
I make it slide easy getting loose like slip knots
Always bring the tight lines to the spin the big top
Save that clowning for the circus stuffed in the trunk
Come on everybody let your feet stomp
Yo, When my poetry passes, My vocals
They open up locals to be listener hopefuls
Looking to independent artists, who simply
Deliver all the goods, straight up and nothing cringy
Or crass, when beats drop, they drop fast
We heat it up or cool it down, chill, AC blast
Face the future or the past, eyes open, the task
Rip the mask off, see, i'm never lost and never last
Still have the same passion, same name, same traction
Same fame, game action, press a button, something happens
Beat drops, Fools Shaqtin, foul mouth, foul reaction
Loud mouth, louder rapping, feet stomp, feel the action
This is on some stadium pack'em in shit
Crowd surf'n wylin' out mosh pit shit
Get caught with an elbow to the mouth lip split
If you don't want to stomp then just sit
But don't kill the vibe
Take your arms move them side to side
Let me see which side can get all the way live
Is it the left or the right
The front or the back
It don't matter where you from just let your hands clap
And tap your feet to the beat
If your sitting down get that ass out your seat!
We set aside all beef
When we the people meet
This right here's some heat
So please hit repeat
He said please please repeat, no need to keep it discrete
Throw ya hands in the sky like you reachin' for peaks
Got that heat that you seek what we be preachin's unique
You peeping Treez guaranteed what I'm speaking is deep
Yo, my words flagrant flow harder than burnt bacon
Herbs hatin' force em out like First Basemen
Get the whole spot Stompin like Kirk Franklin
All together we rockin' and got the earth shaking
So holla if ya follow the vibe
I said please please repeat and keep it all the way live
Ain't no resting in peace please we wreckless wit each song
So when ya hear it best get to lettin' ya feet stomp
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Baker
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