[Intro]

C'mon

(I'm smokin' straight out the pack)

[Verse]

Get a pack and send it straight over to Mexico

I'm tryna pour another line, stop at the Texaco

I quit pressin' pills a week ago, I'm sick I let 'em go

I lied, I'm still pressin' fent' pills and don't nobody know

Every single one of us untouched, who gon' up the score?

Who got a thousand pack of real percs? I really want to know

I dropped the addy to his phone again, he was a no-show

If you steal from me I gotta kill you, that's a no-go

If I need a body I'ma pay for that

Everybody wanted to be rich, I made a wave for that

I'm important, I'ma skip the line, I never wait at Sak's

Drop 60,000 on Cuban's, next week I made it back

You only got beef with Punchmade cause bro done took yo' strap

He wear designer for a day then take a pic and then go take it back (Ham)

You're a top tier hambag

My bitch know how to move, my Draco tucked inside her handbag

I think the feds is on my bank account, they got a scam tag

$100,000 ain't even close to what my hands had

He thought he got a hunnid P's from me, it was a sandbag

Thats the true definition of a hambag

[Outro]

Bitch you'll never get that shit back

Fuckin' ham