[Intro: Ham Sandwich]

Yuh, yuh

Fuck is you talking about, man? (Real killers, man)

Look, ooh wee!

Ay man (Yuh)

Sometimes you gotta take 'em back to square one

Ay, ay, let's get it

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]

Aye, killers

Real killers, real killers

Real rare, real sinners

Steel dinners, steal dinners

Feel bigger, wheel spinner

Never move, heel digger

Never lose in the winter

Never too soon to choose who threw the deuce

Shoot through the booth, noose loose a few

Chew through the news, deuces, I'mma bounce

Looping through the views, draining my account

Who consume the proof? Drink until you die

Ignorance is bliss, sipping on the wine

Slipping through the vines, listen to divine

Fine lines, tide rising in the night

Scarier to love me, never get it right

Never reaching out 'cause out is out of sight

[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]

Imagine if it felt the way it looked

Stash away the self until I'm booked

Castle crashing, I ain't got a rook

But the cash is stacking, I just need to cook

Acetaminophen, I need to take one

Seeing niggas bent up off a pay stub

I could argue with him if he say sum'

But he'd rather squabble till the Jakes come

A lot of niggas only look the part

Off days, opps in the park

Cosplaying Shiesty in the dark

Only talking spicy in the art

I don't really give a fuck about it

Long as money flowing like a fountain

Long as all my niggas moving mountains

I might need to hire a new accountant, aye

[Interlude: Shwabadi]

That's gon' be it for me, though

That- Goddamn, bro

Ham Sandwich, use this as a producer tag, okay?

Use this- This following audio, use this as a producer tag

Ham Sandwich is losing his fucking mind!

[Verse 3: Ham Sandwich]

Aye, aye

Aye, money

Cash money, cash money

Mad money, catch dummies

Mad funny, bad bunnies

Ass dummy, bad for me

Stash cash in the cash cache

I ain't moving money on a Cash App

And if you ain't getting down to brass tacks

Let the brass tax him for his last act

Bad bitch, glow up like a Feebas

Hit the pussy twice, I had to relapse

Twitter talking, I ain't finna read that

Send me titty pics, I'm tryna see that

Chopper drum, knocking like it's decap

[Verse 4: 954mari]

Laughing and stacking these streams like I'm Cenat

Most of y'all lacking in feedback

No way to tell you the track's really weak

You should keep that

Shawty a treesh so I'm dropping the spice

On her face like a teabag

Get a grip, shawty attracted to traction

I'm sending her back to your crib

With her passenger seat back

I made a grown man scream watching weeb raps

Spa day everyday, green on my eyes

I'mma kick up my feet and retreat to a steam bath

When I say I'm best on the scene, I believe that

Believe that they full of hot air, think it's fly

Till I spring in action, and now it's mayday

Never been on my plate to placate

Automatic, how I'm washing rappers

Clean when I'm eating, never had to scrape plates

Playing with my name, wanna naysay

They be tryna farm clicks through Strawman Arguments

Falling far from they heyday

Tryna save face

But they couldn't save face in the face off

Cutting up so much, need to lay gauze

We some workaholics, y'all just laid off

Rather lay on train tracks then lay a 16 for y'all lames

I'mma raise the feature tag so great

You would prolly need a layaway to pay it off

Broke motherfucker, get a day job