Stamp Video (MV)

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