Stamp

Come on, yeah, hop on these beats Come on, come on, yeah, yeah Hop on these beats and spaz Got these old niggas mad Knockin' they bitches, she callin' me dad Grade A, bud no choice but to tax Bust this play, then put that shit on wax Everything I spit be facts Been that nigga since YC dropped that racks on racks You standin' on family and business, I tilt my hat Told my ex, drop on her knees, might take you back Thought these Carolina niggas couldn't rap Nobody gone harder than me Stamp F*ck me, then my dog tramp Up all night, servin green vamp I ain't showin' love, you ain't locked with this camp Excuse my manners, come bless ma'am Real country nigga, my first mill F*ck that tractor going to cop that lamb Real country nigga Aunt Quinta used to cook Them grits and spam Real country nigga I got that shit off the land Don't compare me to these peons aint none of this here for the gram Serving that hand to hand help me run up my bands Nigga this rap shit wasn't my plan Know I'm off subject my dog got the shirts for the L O Whats your preference white or tan Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on I sit back and really be like, man Who the f*ck harder than me Who yappin like me Damn, them niggas still asleep I'ma wake these niggas up with this Come on, come on, come on Yeah, ran up a hundred in a drought You ain't never seen a ten f*ck nigga go ahead close your mouth Strangle my plug with a extension cord if one more bag come short Young nigga, move that dope You on the book all day Runnin your got damn mouth Nigga we winning don't really know the last time I took no loss Come on, yeah, yeah Free CT out of Pound Gave my nigga a tension for serving that dog Damn, that's like two years for every year he floss Told my young nigga at all costs I'ma make him a boss I feel successful left a hundred on the dresser After she top me off Come on, come on, yeah Hop on these beats and spaz Got these old niggas mad Knockin' they bitches, she callin' me dad Grade A, bud no choice but to tax Bust this play, then put that shit on wax Everything I spit be facts Been that nigga since YC dropped that racks on racks You standin' on family and business, I tilt my hat Told my ex, drop on her knees, might take you back Thought these Carolina niggas couldn't rap Nobody gone harder than me Stamp F*ck me, then my dog tramp Up all night, servin green vamp I ain't showin' love, you ain't locked with this camp Excuse my manners, come bless ma'am