[Intro]
Ol bitch ass n***a
N***a, I'm on you n***a
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 n***a
Bitch ass n***a

[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***a, I'ma whack that n***a
I'ma whack that n***a, I'ma whack that n***a
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***a, I'ma smack that n***a
I'ma smack that n***a, I'ma smack that n***a

[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***a I mob for the turf
All that shit you talkin bout
I be waiting at your house until your bitch ass come out
N***a it's 4 in the morning, I'm high as fuck off pills
N***as 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 n***as hate, tryna front for them hoes
That's why we hit your whips up, talking out your throat
N***a fuck you think you is? N***a you a bitch
You remind me of a kid, n***a 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***a you a hoe, I'm smacking you up just like a bitch
N***a Cash Money Lavish D, hottest n***a in the streets
I represent that 43, keep a choppa on the seat
Look around town n***a, 7-400
Out the window knocking, why y'all bitch ass n***as 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***a, I'ma whack that n***a
I'ma whack that n***a, I'ma whack that n***a
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***a, I'ma smack that n***a
I'ma smack that n***a, I'ma smack that n***a

[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
N***a where you from? N***a this the G
N***a tre 4-3, n***a 100 block, with a 100 shots, tell em R.I.P
N***a rest in peace to the homie Jack and the homie Mac Noyd, n***a, M.O.B.,tre 4-3
Let that n***a 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***a 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 n***a, you's a real snitch
And I'll put your ass in a real ditch
N***a I am real sick
I be on shit...4 tre's
N***a 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***a know when I'm in the door, n***a drop it
Crack your face mask when I smashed out
Beat your ass til you pass out
When I catch you n***a, I'm on you n***a
[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***a, I'ma whack that n***a
I'ma whack that n***a, I'ma whack that n***a
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***a, I'ma smack that n***a
I'ma smack that n***a, I'ma smack that n***a

[Outro]
Bitch ass n***a
We on you n***a
On everythang