Stamp Dat Boi

[Intro]
Ol bitch ass nigga
Nigga, I'm on you nigga
What you thought, that cause I made a song for the bitches, was, I wasn't on your line no more?
I'm on your line nigga
Bitch ass nigga

[Hook]
I'ma stamp dat boi, I'ma stamp dat boi
I'ma stamp dat boi, I'ma stamp dat boi
I'ma whack that nigga, I'ma whack that nigga
I'ma whack that nigga, I'ma whack that nigga
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma smack that nigga, I'ma smack that nigga
I'ma smack that nigga, I'ma smack that nigga

[Verse 1]
If I catch you blood, you might put your face up on a shirt
I'ma let that kata squirt and leave ass up in the dirt
Nigga I mob for the turf
All that shit you talkin bout
I be waiting at your house until your bitch ass come out
Nigga it's 4 in the morning, I'm high as fuck off pills
Niggas sipping 'yak, rocking round with that blue steel
All that shit you talkin bout, on mama blood, I'll match you
If I catch you I'ma whack you, I'ma strip you, then blap you
Bitch niggas hate, tryna front for them hoes
That's why we hit your whips up, talking out your throat
Nigga fuck you think you is? Nigga you a bitch
You remind me of a kid, nigga you a snitch
You ain't bout that action, you just bout that woofin
If I catch you out of pocket blood, I'm bout that cookin
Dome shots will flip you over just for acting like you sick
Nigga you a hoe, I'm smacking you up just like a bitch
Nigga Cash Money Lavish D, hottest nigga in the streets
I represent that 43, keep a choppa on the seat
Look around town nigga, 7-400
Out the window knocking, why y'all bitch ass niggas runnin, huh?

[Hook]
I'ma stamp dat boi, I'ma stamp dat boi
I'ma stamp dat boi, I'ma stamp dat boi
I'ma whack that nigga, I'ma whack that nigga
I'ma whack that nigga, I'ma whack that nigga
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma smack that nigga, I'ma smack that nigga
I'ma smack that nigga, I'ma smack that nigga

[Verse 2]
I'm ready to go down with a grey ski mask
You ain't bout that shit, cause I'm ready to creep
Run up in your house, put a gun in your mouth
Nigga where you from? Nigga this the G
Nigga tre 4-3, nigga 100 block, with a 100 shots, tell em R.I.P
Nigga rest in peace to the homie Jack and the homie Mac Noyd, nigga, M.O.B.,tre 4-3
Let that nigga know when I'm in the door, unpredictable
You on your floor, you ain't bout that
I got the streets out in South Sac
I be moving mean for the home team
I'm the Sac King with the green beam
Punch your whole head, leave your hoe dead
You ain't bout that, you a dope fiend
I mob out, blow your top out, leave your mop out, then skirt
If you disrespect, you can get murked
I hit a nigga where it hurt
I be mobbin...on the Southside
King of the city, it's about time
Blow your head off like a hedgehog cause I keep the K with the drum line
You ain't bout that, you's a real bitch
On mamas nigga, you's a real snitch
And I'll put your ass in a real ditch
Nigga I am real sick
I be on shit...4 tre's
Nigga 100 block, bullets both ways
Leave your dome cut, call it domeday
You ain't bout that, you's a hoe cake
Always in the state pen, no fake friends, no evidence mobbin
With a 44 let a nigga know when I'm in the door, nigga drop it
Crack your face mask when I smashed out
Beat your ass til you pass out
When I catch you nigga, I'm on you nigga

[Hook]
I'ma stamp dat boi, I'ma stamp dat boi
I'ma stamp dat boi, I'ma stamp dat boi
I'ma whack that nigga, I'ma whack that nigga
I'ma whack that nigga, I'ma whack that nigga
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma smack that nigga, I'ma smack that nigga
I'ma smack that nigga, I'ma smack that nigga

[Outro]
Bitch ass nigga
We on you nigga
On everythang