Ham Sandwich - UPSET!

★ verse 1: ham sandwich ★
Ham in the cut like i'm fresh out the deli
Might catch a body, i'm feeling like melly
She wanna ride, uh, nelly
Piss on his grave and he looking like kelly
Eating this rappers, they live in my belly
Eating these beats and they looking like jelly
I am the shit don't get mad if i'm- (ugh)
Bitches like bakugo, blow up my telly
I need that cheddar, fed her mozarelli
If you in the way you get turned to a skelly
You cannot hang, you a mu'fucking detty
Ride with the trio like ed, edd, and eddy
Keepin' the twins on my hip, revy
I got the drip, i be flooding the levee
Chop in the trunk 'cause it's way too heavy
Fuck with me wrong, turn 'em into spaghetti
★ verse 2: ham sandwich ★
I call my goons to get him and they get him
He ain't important if i never met him
Shootin' a movie, his block is the setting
Laying him down, i ain't talking 'bout setting
Lay a bitch out, i ain't talking 'bout bedding
Laying the heat and these niggas ain't ready
Pop a surprise, someone get the confetti
Bearing these arms, i ain't talking 'bout teddy
Chopper so big that it came with a dolly
Wheel it around like a mu'fucking trolley
Chopper gon' blow him from l.a. to raleigh
Lean in my cup and i'm popping a molly
Stay with the gas, i ain't talking unleaded
So many drugs that i might be a medic
Fuck with me wrong and you might need a medic
These niggas hating, they fucking pathetic!
Yeah, i said it!
These niggas hating they typing on reddit
These niggas mad that i'm stacking my lettuce
These niggas mad i'm unapologetic
These niggas fake and these niggas synthetic
Chopper corona, it cause a pandemic
Chopper making onomatopoetics (brrr)

★ interlude: ham sandwich and aerial ace ★
Ay, i got guns i got funds, ay yuh
I got guns i got funds, ay yuh
And i do this shit for fun, wait (woo)
I got guns bro
I-i see 'em bro they're fucking everywhere, my dawg (i have so many weapons)
Ay, you got guns?
Hell yeah, i got guns! hold on, i got the mp5, going commando and shit. (come on bro) (ay, let 'em know)
Hold up, lemme pop the trunk for these niggas real quick. yeah, yeah, i got you bro, don't even worry 'bout it, bruh (let 'em know what we're about)
★ verse 3: aerial ace ★
My chopper got so many parts it got labbed on
Waving the stick to you bots, imma "cap coms"
She down my loads and then ask for my number
Lil bitch, that ain't even a part of the add-on
Oregon, i pack 12, dropping his pack off
Cops look for info, they can't 'cause the pack loss
Niggas should wrestle how all of 'em act raw
Lack in the cut, digits split 'em like hacksaws
My fit got so much drip, moses
They call me 'cause it look like i part the sea
I told this dumbass nigga pull up for that action
And tried to l.a.r.p. with me
Ace don't miss, why would i start with some bitch
No answer, make like a tree, bark and leave
You come up short with my bread like kevin hart with cheese
I put the techs through your window like a parking fee

★ verse 4: aerial ace ★
Test me like a sample
I pull out the drums and kick him to the 808
I do what i want day to day to day
You niggas suit up and go to your day to days
I'm dropping these dimes for these beats, you don't get 'em now
Pick 'em up later like lay a way (oh wait)
Oh wait, or like bronny j, you get hit later
When he was caught smoking blunts in l.a
Them o's and them m's on my mind like a mantra
Niggas want smoke, they get turned to a rasta
Pull up on my block, with the .9, like ibaka
Let that bitch rip, blah blooh bloo blocka!
When "i-land" get totaled if you starting drama
Get beat with 2 k's, prod. by pasta
That nigga said he outrapping my roster
He lied on leg, now his ass need a doctor
Acting hard, you get wet up
Now you floating, where your density?
We dropping all you squares
When arms get squeezed, just like the pedigree, ugh!