Stamp Dat Boi

Lyrics

[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