[Hook: PE$O PETE]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Run up, I come on his block like, "hey"
Got the shade like Sabo, this shit ain't Ace
That's 2 'S', double 'S', bitch, my rank
Think you next, you ain't even step to the plate
He play me a track, he like, "PE$O, man, what do you think?"
Homie, don't ever play that shit again
I punch in the booth, I'm like Lee with his gates
Big Backwood, Zabuza-Size, like dang
I got that drip like I'm Land of the Waves

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
I'm throwing hands and I'm landing 'em, aye
Mind on the money, I'm moving forward
Boy, I'm always 'bout motion I feel like Aang
Real life monster, got werewolf fangs
Got a UK plug, got pack like peng
Gear 5, laugh to the bank, like dang
So when I pull the sig all you hear is a bang
Boy, this ain't no comic strip, shit ain't a game
Boy, you know I'm unstoppable, channel my flame
Your money, your swag, your drip
Your bitches never existed, Mother Flame
I love rapping 'bout One Piece I'll do it again
Man, the sig leave his head wrapped up like king
Got a problem, I tote me the chopper
Want smoke and we Rasta
We wrapping 'em up like J's
[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
I told your bitch to c'mere like iayze
Get hammered and hit it, I feel like Jayce
Soon as I bust, I tell her I need space
Ten toes down, stuck in my ways
Indiana Jones, I been ducking the snakes
N***as Tiffany, tryna fuck with the Jakes
Big business when we up in the base
Drip designer, why you n***as so basic?
Talking shit you'd never say to my face
Ain't popping shit, your opportunities wasted
Never me, I've been ahead of the race
Tried throwing shells, you ain't keeping the pace
Never hitting the brakes in my heyday
Ai Hayasaka, your bitch on my line with the-

[Hook: PE$O PETE, Ham Sandwich]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Run up, I come on his block like, "hey"
Got the shade like Sabo, this shit ain't Ace
That's 2 'S', double 'S', bitch, my rank
Think you next, you ain't even step to the plate
He play me a track, he like, "PE$O, man, what do you think?"
Homie, don't ever play that shit again
I punch in the booth, I'm like Lee with his gates
Big Backwood, Zabuza-Size, like dang
I got that drip like I'm Land of the Waves
[Verse 3: Ham Sandwich]
I need a hundred thousand in the safe
She want me to save her, I don't wear a cape
He said that he cooking, I don't want a taste
He want me to feed him, I ain't sharing plates
But if he the homie, I could pass him a meal
You n***as trash, I'm just keeping it real
She gon' let me hit it, just to see how it feel
New banana clip, let me see how it peel
Nice!
He a mole, if I see him, I whack him
N***as seeing the green that I'm stacking
Said he was popping, I easily pass him
Thought he trapped me, I evenly match him
Leaving 'em face down, easy subtraction
Drop a hit and the scene is collapsing
These n***as hop on the feed of a bad bitch
I get her on her knees on a mattress
You can find a n***a deep in the labyrinth
Speaking with dragons, weaving and casting
Scheming and trapping, she wanna sleep with a savage
Packing paper only he could imagine
Stress ball, how I'm squeezing and slapping
Stressing weekends, I ain't even relaxing
Fucking hoes, tell her sleeve it and jack it
I put my hand in like the sleeve of a jacket
Wait, hey
Stacking the cream that I bask in, Robbins
Opps in the area, blast 'em, drop 'em
All of that shit y'all gassing, awful
All of this gas I'm passing, awesome
Single rotation, he outta commission
If he in my spot, then he outta position
His option submission, he outta decisions
I-
[Outro: Ham Sandwich]
Ok, ok, ok
Hey!
Loopshyt, n***a