Stomping Grounds (feat. Frazer, DizzyEight, Connor Quest! & Errol Allen)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Errol knock that shit off) You thought we were done? We got the clan back together And we're back in the Stomping Ground (Yeah, it's back in the Stomping Ground) I feel like I'm home, watch when we land at favela It's like the back of my hand, I know where I stand (Yeah, it's back in the Stomping Ground) Ooh, ooh Twenty rounds up, I might shoot Ooh, ooh Thirty rounds up, I might shoot Who am I poppin'? I'm settin' on you Who am I poppin'? I'm settin' on ya Who am I poppin' at Stomping Grounds? (Guess who) Who am I poppin'? I'm settin' on you Look, too elite with the Squad Silence the muzzle, you sleep when it fire See his feet creep, he won't hear a peep when he die If I see four, then his whole crew getting bombed This shooter is sharp, get an arrow from a longbow Burn a hole in his EOD All hits I don't miss, that's COD When dog unleash, he meet GOD So you better be modest 'Cause really if we being honest The people who bark in the lobby The loudest the same guys that don't ever be 'bout it Be quiet when chopper go boom, hear the sonics? I put a cap to his head, that's a bonnet Think he a Savage? Put Twenty One shots in this boy Now he in the stars like a comet Weaponised lead, it flies Chaining rounds if he spoke out of line Peddle bikes, severed ties, nevermind Little rat gassed up, put the pest aside separate sides Like Gemini's saw the red sight Chest fried, then you're dead, lights out, Pennywise Raise hell, cenobites Getting hot in here, and that's a Nelly rhyme I'm the bombardier, strap the vestment tight I'm the one up here grab a second life I'm the common fear, block your ears Words that they don't wanna hear 'cause it spells demise I'm behind enemy lines like I've Ghost Written my opponent's diss There is no mirrors, or magician tricks Just you up in the smoke, disappearing quick, are you hearing this? You thought we were done? We got the clan back together And we're back in the Stomping Ground (Yeah, it's back in the Stomping Ground) I feel like I'm home, watch when we land at favela It's like the back of my hand, I know where I stand (Yeah, it's back in the Stomping Ground) Ooh, ooh Twenty rounds up, I might shoot Ooh, ooh Thirty rounds up, I might shoot Who am I poppin'? I'm settin' on you Who am I poppin'? I'm settin' on ya Who am I poppin' at Stomping Grounds? (Guess who) Who am I poppin'? I'm settin' on you Try to stop me, your team is probably gonna need forty Glocks But your inventory is poorly stocked We are not friends, I'm making you scream like Courteney Cox Bars going over your head like warning shots You winning is not allowed Enemies in the area hoppin' inside a helicopter Gotta acknowledge the way that I shot it down Missiles got 'em shook, look around I'm the one that's standing on solid ground Shoot me, and I barely move It don't matter if you're so far back My shot's so precise, I can chop through the strings of your parachute You hit the ground harder than the kick on this Omar track Every song I be picking a different flow Like I'm making a custom loadout, you're too A-B Nem's the pinnacle, and you ain't me Lines predictable, I know your next move like an UAV Armor plate on my body, I'm bulletproof I might come from the hip like a hulahoop I'm like Dora the Explorer with that do-do-do Ain't gon' be nothing left when I'm through with you If you come for my Squad, I'ma ruin you It's collateral damage for two of you I'ma vet, I don't need no tutorial Handyman, don't make me put this tool on you If I call on my gang, you in trouble Know they all got my back on the double Moving silent, could tell by the muzzle Mess with me, you gon' blend with the rubble I got valor to die with a purpose Known to pick up the phone if it's urgent I'm reborn like a tactical insertion I ain't too hard to find if you're searching, pick up the phone!