Venchy - Stamp That! Lyrics

I be out in Houston, chillin', smokin' with my niggas
Wipe that niggas' sins away and hope the Lord forgive us
F*cked her with no condom, shit was slimy and ridiculous
Hot man got a problem, send my blow up if he's suspicious

Spend on them like Mad Max, I just sent like ten packs
Walk around with big sacks, in my pocket's big stacks
Niggas' pussy Tampax, you can't get your man's back
That T-Shirt, where he stayin' at, NeverLanding stamp that

Bitch, you know it's Venchy when I step into that room, go pick your side
I'm from Baton Rouge where niggas tote their fire don't bring your knife
You come playin' around with my gang if you want, gon' lose your life
I can't hear a word that he's sayin', knot, knot, round his mouth, gettin' tied

I'm type nigga f*ck up a vibe, I'm type nigga f*ck niggas' wives
I ain't pullin' up to no party, I just pick a bitch out and slide
This that young boss nigga Venchy, I done took a lost nigga plenty
But I'm comin' back for every penny, makin' sure they ain't f*ckin' with me, yeah

House gated, real pretty, yeah, you gon' choke, you inhale this air
Aura gleam and it make him stare, life a game, I ain't playin' fair
I can see that it make him mad
Tell them niggas that it's too bad, tell them niggas come kiss my ass

How many ways can I say that you can't f*ck with me
I could take your bitch and buy her double D's and double C's
Luh, Vinci smart, this is art, I can't run for free
Just hit the bodega, after playboy, sent another beat

Punchin' shit like Tyson did, break your neck like Tyson Kidd
Punch so hard your wife gon' hear, hit so hard your kids gon' feel it
Disconnect you from your spirit, end your life a bloody period
If you pussy, don't be curious, end up stomped out on them curbs

I be out in Houston chillin', smokin' with my niggas
Wipe that nigga's sins away and hope the Lord forgive us
F*cked her with no condom, shit was slimy and ridiculous
Hot man got a problem, send my bro if he's suspicious

Spend on them like Mad Max, I just sent like ten packs
Walk around with big sacks, in my pockets big stacks
Niggas pussy Tampa's, you can't get your man's back
That T-Shirt where he stayin' at, NeverLanding stamp that