Stamp (feat. 2200GHOST)

Hopped in the G then stamp that bitch out, burnout, show your wrist out
Don't go outta my way to get clout I just wanna cash out, bands for the pain
I don't give a fuck if you can't relate cause I'm tryna run up to a million
Do this shit here for my people I don't even need to worry bout no chameleons

Make sure ain't no gaps on the way up, I guess you can say that we sealin'
MOEY gang finna be in conversation tryna find a way in the buildin'
How you deny that privilege when, you was born in the buildin'
Turn the L's into lessons, it's hard not to flex and
I froze up my neck cause I'm chillin
Bitch I'm restin' recollectin'
I can't be nappin' like Beerus
Turn to an op real fast, tell me give up
I looked at his face are you serious
Look at me like are you hearing this
This my direction it ain't no fearing this
I'm gettin' furious, I do this shit so imperious
I'm not a tyrant Tiberius
I be up late let me get my mind straight
I hate when shit take my focus
Cook up a catalog say no more cause you know that my shit ride ferocious
I just be rockin' that dope shit
He think that we see his designer
Ya dad got ya a Ford Fusion
Now you swervin' like you is a rider
You went MacGyver
I trust the higher, no time to play put his ass in the fryer
Just gettin' started, higher aspire
Head in the clouds like 88rising
Get to the guap so it no time for fighting
Don't understand check genius for the writing
You can't see me I move like lightning
You spikey but sweet so I crack you like lychee

Hopped in the G then stamp that bitch out, burnout, show your wrist out
Don't go outta my way to get clout I just wanna cash out, bands for the pain
I don't give a fuck if you can't relate cause I'm tryna run up to a million
Do this shit here for my people I don't even need to worry bout no chameleons



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Writer(s): Jacob Henderson
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