DC Stamp lyrics

[Verse 1]

Osama twin llamas from the DC camp

You like to run your mouth you the people's champ?

That shit gon' get your t-shirt damp

A tag on your toe pussy nigga that's the DC stamp

I carry tools with my jewels you niggas thinking jackpot

But walk up on me you gon' hear that mac pop

Glizzy with the ladder in the stash box

Black Talon that'll knocked down a Sasquatch

All I know is get it on the back block

They see you balling put the calling now the feds watch

Been collecting paper like a mailbox

Nigga I ain't got to touch it I just call shots

Omelly the name fuck nigga get it clear

Been snapping them racks and breaking squares

Slicing down bricks don't let it smear

Vaseline electric tape how I got it here

[Hook]

I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks

Glock thirty you don't want to hear this hot shit

Fuck nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit

Pussy nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit

I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks

Glock thirty you don't want to feel this hot shit

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck fuck fuck niggas

[Verse 2]

It's funny niggas thought they had the drop on me

Had to change their plans you know I keep the wop on me

Dick head nothing else but thirty shots on me

[?] they called the cops on me

Got the D's and the swat on me

Kicking in my grandmother door they trying to get the drop on me

State trooper try to pull me I'mma give him gas

And fuck the taskforce I'm still getting cash

That's your man you better ride with him

Come around with that fuck shit let that fire hit him

Cashmere sweater on with my weapon on

High top Louboutins who you moving on

Busted down Rollie strapped down shawty

Keep my name out your fucking mouth if you don't know me

I know you a rat, you niggas can't spin me

Seen the fucking paper work and I know it's code D

[Hook]

I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks

Glock thirty you don't want to hear this hot shit

Fuck nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit

Pussy nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit

I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks

Glock thirty you don't want to feel this hot shit

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck fuck fuck niggas

[Verse 3]

Don't play with the fam cause I'll down you

Them niggas ain't rocking or rolling get them from round you

Don't get flamed from his big boy shit the four pounder

In the kitchen still flopping the fish we call it flounder

I'm still DC stepping DC repping

Fake niggas want me booked up [?]

They left me in this rap game damn this shit a blessing

Don't matter if the city is safe you know I keep my weapon

All my niggas get paper do it look like we stressing

Trim the grass for the snakes you know I learned my lesson

I'm still posted back block where you can find me at

My old head threw me a brick told em drown with that

My [?] said it's fucked up threw me nine of that

Stay strapped black mac shit Osama back

Stay strapped black mac shit Osama back

All my niggas cold silent we don't fuck with rats

[Hook]

I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks

Glock thirty you don't want to hear this hot shit

Fuck nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit

Pussy nigga you don't want to feel this hot shit

I'm still riding dirty with the mop sticks

Glock thirty you don't want to feel this hot shit

Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck fuck fuck niggas

• Artist:Omelly
• Album:Gunz And Butter: My Life Story (2014)