Ham Sandwich - WOAH!

★ intro: ham sandwich ★
Yeah, you crazy, bro, woah

★ verse 1: ham sandwich ★
K bullets flying through the trap, fucked the roof up
Rolling up a missile, got this shit from out of cuba
If drip and mari with me, all my opps had better cube up
Nigga, i'm a big fish like a tuna
Hawaiian plug with me, got the drop - big kahuna
Shocker got a rack on it - inazuma
Wet his back up, he need a loofa
Lil' nigga run the pack like a running back
Any money that he said he making, bet i double that
Bro forgot the wok, so we had to double back
Gta - new chop still got the nuts attached
Money talks, mine exploud, you got a subtle stack
Shawty got a bubble back, beat it up - bubble bass
Saitama - one attack, re:zero - run it back
Spun it once, he was ducking, so you know we spun it back
Big chop - lumbеrjack, pop, pop, bubble wrap
Smoking on exotic got me floating out whеre hubble at
If you make my bitch laugh, take her, i don't want her back
Niggas speaking on my name, i've had enough of that
They had the deck stacked against me, had to shuffle that
Booty hanging out her jeans, she got a truffle back
All these niggas cut the work, i had to cut the slack
Soaking in that pussy like a bubble bath
When it comes to getting bags, i got a couple saks
Pressure on a nigga neck until i see a double tap

★ verse 2: mir blackwell ★
Niggas claim they in the field, but where the huddles at?
Fucking up the pack, my people pop 'em like some bubble wrap
Roll with yung hammy in the royce, bumping lumberjack
Keep a lil pump, you would swear this bitch could mumble rap
Lil' shorty said she want the d, she better hustle back
Syrup in my cup, the same shit that raddy russell had
Band on his head had me marching with the drum attached
Flashed the gun once and had 'em dead off a thunder clap
Hammy picked the scheme, then what? but i'mma run it back
Throwing shells out the fucking whip like it was double dash
Jessie, james - let the weapon bang, we gon' double that
Cruising down in my six four off a rumble pack
Niggas dying every day, i wish it didn't come to that
T-t-two choppers when i lift the arm, it's not a jumping jack
She ain't know my heart was stone cold, that shit might stun her ass
Shorty tried linking at the park, but i'm too numb for that
Wait, wait, let me run it back a bit
Need a shorty taller than shaq to let me hack a bit
A nigga got so deep in that pussy, i had to nap in it
Nigga, fuck who's next when it's mir and ham on the track again
Put niggas in the loop without even knowing the acronym
Go toe to toe with this team? then this tag team toe tagging 'em
Got this shit from the mud by paving my own avenue
Made this shit so casual, you niggas make no capital

★ verse 3: ham sandwich ★
Yeah, we talking capital punishment
If he capping to the captain, i just cap him, we done with him
Head wrap him, we blunting him, grind the dro up, we pummel him
Yami yugi with the gods - the way i actually summon 'em
If i pull up with the toys, then i'll be having some fun with 'em
Humina, humina, niggas always got something to say
But if i run up with the chopper, they get to running away
'cause you love the gun talk 'till i'm putting one in your face
It's easy, it ain't nothing to apply pressure
Back in days i was a broke ass kid that had some fly sketchers
And where i'm from the tornadoes came with the nice weather
And ain't a single one these bitches was an eye-catcher
And now they listening from torrence to the tribeca
Remember days when i was torrenting the trifecta
That's anime rap music and hella viruses
Nowadays to match my cheddar, you'd need like every single cow in the world
Don't cry over spilled milk when you had soured it first
Cotton mouth, don't underestimate the power of thirst
I built this shit myself, but there's a higher power at work
Ten thousand hours of work, now watch the power emerge

★ outro: ham sandwich ★
Like woah, got 'em thinking like woah, got 'em talking like woah, yeah