Lola Monroe - Stompin' Bitches

[Verse 1: Lola Monroe]
Okay
Hopped up out the race track
In Giuseppes and a ski mask
I’m the big one niggas fishin’, I ain’t talking ‘bout no sea bass
See pass you dry, bogie bitches that be hatin’
I’m in meetings dictatin’ what country to place my estate in
Big body Bens, Color Purple, no Harpo
Top chopped off, Celie, guts cold charcoal
Your style? Bore
I’m the one, like Derrick Rose
My money so loud it just throws hysteric shows
“The Last Breed of a Bad Cunt”
They passed you what I passed up
Yous’ a lil’ girl to me
I commote you like Play-Doh
Straight jacket swag, bitches style
Don’t play ho

[Hook]
He just want my cookies, I want Emilio Puccis
Roll’em up some doobies
Might lace’em up in some Guccis
Can I go harder than ten Compton, bitches?
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stompin’ bitches
(stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches)
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stompin’ bitches
(stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches, stompin’ bitches)
Red bottoms on
Look like I been stompin’ bitches