Stamp Dat Boi lyrics

[Intro]
Ol b*tch ass n*gga
n*gga, I'm on you n*gga
What you thought, that cause I made a song for the b*tches, was, I wasn't on your line no more?
I'm on your line n*gga
b*tch ass n*gga

[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 n*gga, I'ma whack that n*gga
I'ma whack that n*gga, I'ma whack that n*gga
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma smack that n*gga, I'ma smack that n*gga
I'ma smack that n*gga, I'ma smack that n*gga

[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
n*gga I mob for the turf
All that sh*t you talkin bout
I be waiting at your house until your b*tch ass come out
n*gga it's 4 in the morning, I'm high as f*ck off pills
n*ggas sipping 'yak, rocking round with that blue steel
All that sh*t 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
b*tch n*ggas hate, tryna front for them hoes
That's why we hit your whips up, talking out your throat
n*gga f*ck you think you is? n*gga you a b*tch
You remind me of a kid, n*gga 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
n*gga you a hoe, I'm smacking you up just like a b*tch
n*gga Cash Money Lavish D, hottest n*gga in the streets
I represent that 43, keep a choppa on the seat
Look around town n*gga, 7-400
Out the window knocking, why y'all b*tch ass n*ggas 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 n*gga, I'ma whack that n*gga
I'ma whack that n*gga, I'ma whack that n*gga
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma smack that n*gga, I'ma smack that n*gga
I'ma smack that n*gga, I'ma smack that n*gga

[Verse 2]
I'm ready to go down with a grey ski mask
You ain't bout that sh*t, cause I'm ready to creep
Run up in your house, put a gun in your mouth
n*gga where you from? n*gga this the G
n*gga tre 4-3, n*gga 100 block, with a 100 shots, tell em R.I.P
n*gga rest in peace to the homie Jack and the homie Mac Noyd, n*gga, M.O.B.,tre 4-3
Let that n*gga 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 n*gga 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 b*tch
On mamas n*gga, you's a real snitch
And I'll put your ass in a real ditch
n*gga I am real sick
I be on sh*t...4 tre's
n*gga 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 n*gga know when I'm in the door, n*gga drop it
Crack your face mask when I smashed out
Beat your ass til you pass out
When I catch you n*gga, I'm on you n*gga
[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 n*gga, I'ma whack that n*gga
I'ma whack that n*gga, I'ma whack that n*gga
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma bust that boi, I'ma bust that boi
I'ma smack that n*gga, I'ma smack that n*gga
I'ma smack that n*gga, I'ma smack that n*gga

[Outro]
b*tch ass n*gga
We on you n*gga
On everythang