[Verse 1: 954mari & Ham Sandwich]

Feel like the Grinch, got a small heart (Well, wouldn't you know, a ham sandwich!)

Run up on me, you get hit with a false start

You can get boxed in your chest like the AllSpark

Swing like a bat and knock you out the ballpark

You can get scanned with them lasers like payments at Walmart

That's how we running your bread

You can get pressed and folded like cards by Hallmark

Knocking the wind out your breath

I kick it with shawty like FIFA

That shawty is freaky, I'm feeding her Meat Lover's Pizza

That bitch a Pisces, I'm a Libra

And I do not know what that means, but she still let me grease her

I fucked and I don't got to prove it

I'm really from Broward with shooters

We put them red dots on your head like a Buddhist

We staying masked up like the House of Anubis, my niggas is ruthless (Aye, yuh)

[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]

Hard-body niggas, you niggas can't move us

That nigga faking, but he cannot fool us

That nigga ratting, he moving like Judas

Running up on him, we tell him to "Cube up"

Nose on the chopper, it's sneezing out mucus

Kids in her throat, my dick The Magic School Bus

Give her that snake, so she thought I was Lucas

Stay in the pocket, I'm feeling like Rufus

Huh, take out his block like an enderman

Niggas turn bitch when they see me like genderbend

None of them niggas were ever worth mentioning

Real niggas know me, and them niggas blending in

Keep me a .40, I'm stuck in my ways

You gon' duck if I spray, you in luck if I miss

'Cause I hit like a truck, he get stuck in a fantasy

Y'all niggas trash and you suck, ugh

[Verse 3: Drip$tick]

[?] rappers, they living like trash

And they hop on a mic, and they don't even say nun

If he mess with the team, then we spray some

This ain't from Earth, I be aiming a Ray Gun

If you keep talking that shit, then don't play dumb

Shoot at his brain, he don't know where he came from

Caught him riding a wave, and we sank him

He said that he went for a dive like [?]

This ain't a game, I don't play with these lames

I'ma start up the screen, and I tell 'em to "Cube up"

[?], they be laughing all day

In the same room, same time, still get it screwed up

I'm always doing my part

And I'm seeing these rappers, they still doing too much

Get the bag every day like a new lunch

If I'ma make it, I'm bringing my crew up