[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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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