10kDunkin, ATL Smook - CHRIS BROWN N STOMP THE YARD lyrics

(Don't play with him)
(Stephen Niday on the track)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', SOS
We ain't them
 it might be better to play with them
We ain't them

I spend that shit (I spend that shit)
It ain't nothin' to spin his shit
(To spin his shit)
Racks on his head, it ain't expensive
(It ain't expensive)
That shit ain't personal, don't be sensitive
(Don't be sensitive) it's just business
With a bad bitch
Her shoes and purse expensive
She seen these racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp Thе Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas likе walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
When you keep it real
It's like automatic blessings
My phone on DND, I ain't get your message
I had a long day
I need a bad ho to give me a massage

I look at the back up camera
When I park in the garage
Swerving in and out of lanes
Treat the foreign like a Dodge
My partner told me to invest in DOGE
I told that nigga I don't
Know shit about stocks
Even on my coupe, the rims ain't stock
Hate all you want, but you still gon' watch
I'm skinny but my Glock built like The Rock
Goliath, got his ass knocked by a rock
Anything can happen, I swear to God
I'm geeked the fuck up but I ain't finna nod
This shit really easy, It's not that hard
Free all my dawgs locked behind them bars
If she seen me, then she seen the stars
I ain't tryna kick it 'til my roof got stars
Walk in the building, they know who we are
They don't pat us down, they know who we are

I spend that shit (I spend that shit)
It ain't nothin' to spin his shit
(To spin his shit)
Racks on his head, it ain't expensive
(It ain't expensive)
That shit ain't personal, don't be sensitive
(Don't be sensitive) it's just business
With a bad bitch
Her shoes and purse expensive
She seen these racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp The Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas like walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
When you keep it real
It's like automatic blessings
My phone on DND, I ain't get your message
I had a long day
I need a bad ho to give me a massage

Yeah, yeah
In first place when it come to the check
Won't go for nothin', die 'bout my respect
Jump in the coupe, now I got 'em upset
Just like your bitch, diamonds on me wet
(Water)
VVS pointers sitting on my chest (Ice)
I got the stick, know that I'm a vet
Know we gon' pay a lil' cash on his head
Ran off on the boy, I left him on read
(You know it)
I take a Faygo and dirty it with red
Baby gon' ride me, she don't need no pegs
(Don't need no pegs) ain't talkin' cash
I didn't hear what you said (What you said)
Big racks, it ain't nothing to spend it
In the big body coupe and it's tinted (Smash)
I'm a player, I handle my business (Business)
We don't do no penny pinching (I swear)

I spend that shit (I spend that shit)
It ain't nothin' to spin his shit
(To spin his shit)
Racks on his head, it ain't expensive
(It ain't expensive)
That shit ain't personal, don't be sensitive
(Don't be sensitive) it's just business
With a bad bitch
Her shoes and purse expensive
She seen these racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp The Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas like walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
When you keep it real
It's like automatic blessings
My phone on DND, I ain't get your message
I had a long day
I need a bad ho to give me a massage