Stomp Wit It Freddie Gibbs

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Ladies and gentleman
Yeah
You are now tuned into the sounds of Freddie Gibbs
And the one and only DJ Finger Roll
Ugh, come on
Now bring that beat back

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
Stomp wit' it
Stompda-stomp wit' it
Stompda-stomp wit' it
Stompda-stomp wit' it
Stompda-stomp wit' it
Stompda-stomp wit' it
Stompda-stomp wit' it
Stompda-stomp wit' it

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Yo, I'm the homie wit' no [?], keep it cool
You thinkin' you about the body? You a fool
You see me in the club, probably I got the tool
Owners want me to obey they policy, I refuse
I just walk up in the spot wit' my clapper up in my pocket
Keep yo' distance, shut yo' mouth, you don't want me to have to pop it
Man I'd rather beat you down 'til yo' lungs collapse
I heard he was talkin' gibberish, so where that nigga at?
There he go, I'mma hit him wit' uppercuts and elbows
Stomp him in my timberland, force one's is shell toes
Leave his face stuck to the dance floor like velcro
Think that he got plans of gettin' me back? Hell no
I'm about to blow so I don't respect haters
They ain't even in the game, they nothin' but spectators
I ain't wit' that dumb shit, I don't play that punk shit
If you got 99 problems then I'mma be yo' hundred