Statement

Let's get this shit stamped
Lit cam I been on the map
Pull up with pistols and clap
I'm keepin' a flrdd for niggas that cap in' they rap

I don't gotta squeeze, just tap, I'm talkin' bout fully
Bullets gon' give you a whoopin, nigga don't think you a bully
These niggas be pussies, he ain't got a level, he rookie
I have his bitch face in the cushion, we can't do business

These niggas be in they feelings, these niggas kids, chilren
Say you gon' run up on me, better have some insurance
And I'm poppin' a perk just to have some endurance
He think that he dumb, I bet he gon' learn, I'm fuckin' my ex, germ

She asked for a wig, I went and bought that bitch a perm
But that ass big, worm, my lil' brother Phineas know he be ridin' with ferb
I'm drivin' a lamb, this bitch hit the curb
We ridin' with sticks, when it's time to purge

They ready to slide, I give them the word
They cookin' up beef, bitch, I'm tryna stir
And these niggas doo doo, turd
Say they been waitin on cam to drop like the first

If he want some drip, we gon' make him a shirt
These niggas be shookin, walk in the room, that bitch lookin
I'm bakin' pounds, I'm cookin
A young nigga try to be calm, but they wanted to push me

Bitch, I'm on the roll, tootsie, wanna see me in your city, just tell him to book me
Want me in your song, bitch, you gotta pay me, ain't do this for long, bitch, I'm finna make it
And these niggas envy, hate, you niggas be cuffin' these hoes, bitch, I really hate it
I'm fuckin' her long, I'm fuckin' her daily, bitch, we got them bows, pull up in Mercedes

We servin' that nick, saban and I ain't talkin' musab, these niggas can't fade me
Pull up, look at stars, I'm ridin' in a Wraith, know she from the east, that pussy a lake
She know I'm the man, I got what it takes, lets get this stamped, lit cam my been on the map
Pull up with pistols and clap, I'm keepin' a flrdd for niggas that cap in they rap

I don't gotta squeeze, just tap, I'm talkin' bout fully, bullets gon' give you a whoopen
Nigga don't think you a bully, these niggas be pussies, he ain't got a level, he rookie
I have his bitch face in the cushion, we can't do business, these niggas be in they feelings
These niggas kids, chilren, say you gon' run up on me, better have some insurance

And I'm poppin' a perk just to have some endurance, he think that he dumb, I bet he gon' learn
I'm fuckin' my ex, germ, she asked for a wig, I went and bought that bitch a perm, but that ass big, worm
My lil' brother Phineas know he be ridin' with ferb, I'm drivin' a Lamb, this bitch hit the curb
We ridin' with sticks, when it's time to purge, they ready to slide, I give them the word

They cookin' up beef, bitch, I'm tryna stir, and these niggas doo doo turd
Said they been waitin', on cam to drop like the first, if he want some drip, we gon' make him a shirt



Credits
Writer(s): Camron Hinton
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