Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Yeah
[Chorus]
Okay, wow, since I got the check, she gon' chase me down
I was young, I was in them doors, you know what I'm 'bout
Can't cap ya down, if you need the pack, come around that house
He gon' mouse, so we lay the trap, we gon', we gon', we gon'
We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak
Keep my **** on the seat, just in case I gotta bleek
Mama hate my old life, but now she say she proud of me
Now she say she proud of me, stomp the yard, stomp the-, stomp the yard
[Verse 1]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
We know you don't want no smoke, my boy, you best stay out the way
Yeah, one foot, yeah, on a bitch neck
Since I got with Quay, ain't been nothin' but a big check
Yeah
'Fore ya judge me, understand where I'm from, twin
My mama had a different plan for her son, twin
As a kid, I wanted to be like Iverson, twin
My mama never seen the streets, but her son did
[Chorus]
Okay, wow, since I got the check, she gon' chase me down
I was young, I was in them doors, you know what I'm 'bout
Can't cap ya down, if you need the pack, come around that house
He gon' mouse, so we lay the trap, we gon', we gon', we gon'
We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak
We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak
Mama hate my old life, but now she say she proud of me
We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak
[Verse 2]
Big Bill do whatever he wan' do
Big Bill, I'm the king of the jungle
I just came off tour, every night sold out, these days, too hard humble
Ten hoes in the crib, all tryna call dibs, Big Bill might have a lil' rumble
Ten hoes in the crib, say whatever which wins get stripper lil' Benz and some bundles
Got some people back home, watchin' me claim throne, I know they wait for the crumble
Big Bill be dead for I fumble, if I stack this bread, I'm Mutombo
I might mix my sins, and then mix my wins, I'll be a real rich man with this gumbo
Soon as I get in, I got some New York sins, me and Jetpack Dan out in dumbo
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Scared to pay taxes, I can't even tell you everything that I can go buy in a day
Know if she look at the crib, I'ma know what it is, when she comin', she comin' stay
I get the beat from Quay, I told him, "If I'ma come rappin', I'm comin' to skate"
[Chorus]
Okay, wow, since I got the check, she gon' chase me down
I was young, I was in them doors, you know what I'm 'bout
Can't cap ya down, if you need the pack, come around that house
He gon' mouse, so we lay the trap, we gon', we gon', we gon'
We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak
We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak
Mama hate my old life, but now she say she proud of me
We gon' stomp the yard, we gon' stomp the yard, we gon' tweak
Written by: Andre Jones, Blaise Railey, Christopher Rosser
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