Ham Sammich
Rollin while I'm speedin' down the freeway
This the first track off the beat tape
When I pay in all cash get a rebate
Now I'm rollin' up that Philly
Need a cheesesteak
Watch chain link
Like a steel gate
Shreddin' all my money now my cheese grate
Bringin' in the work like they milk crates
Put to the frost to the flakes
Now the kids say they're great
Ah shit
Who done let my niggas loose
Got my bloods with me
Hollerin' suwoop
All my apes loose
That's the zoo crew
Might be down to catch body
Nigga who knew
Slurpin' up that pussy like it's fruit juice
I have her Now and Later
Like a fruit chew
Now call her back an hour later
Man I got annihilate her
Had to hang up on her ex
Cuz she said he was just a hater
You ain't as high as I be
Two cups I swear
I'm too throwed
I run the game no cheat codes
I hold it down on ten toes
You ain't as high as I be
I swear, I'm too throwed
No cheat codes
On ten toes
Pull up to your town and I cop it by the pound
This a desert eagle you don't wanna hear the sound
I'm the king need my crown
And I don't fuck with clowns
On a Friday night
Bouta lay the SmackDown
Servin all these niggas like I'm handin' out subpoenas
Got her spinnin' on the pole like she was a ballerina
Posted on the lot with the work like a dealer
Cops can't see me nigga
Yeah I feel John Cena
Her pussy so wet
Call it Hurricane Katrina
And I just made her moan so I gotta call her Lisa
Little bit of gold and I'm flexin' with my beeper
Nigga I'm the dope that be bangin' out ya speakers
I just found the truth now I'm soundin' like a preacher
A nigga started taxin' cuz I needed some new sneakers
Rappers needin' fire so they lookin' for my features
And I'm the God of Death
Gotta kill 'em like the reaper
You ain't as high as I be
Two cups
I'm too throwed
I run the game no cheat codes
I hold it down on ten toes
You ain't as high as I be
I swear, I'm too throwed
No cheat codes
On ten toes
Osiris I just picked up a kilo
I'm friends with the plug
My amigo
Stackin' all my chips like they Pringles
And I'm winnin' in this game like it's bingo
I'm Michael
Nigga you Tito
And my hustle got me lookin' like I'm Rico
And I might get hit with the RICO
All the work that I sell is illegal
Yeah shawty lookin' bad like a centerfold
Said she diggin' on me like she lookin' for minerals
Whippin' that white like a bowl of fucking cereal
Put these rappers in they grave make it like a funeral
Dollar outta 15 cent
That's a miracle
When I take it to the hoop
I gotta get my free throw
So damn high
Take flight like an eagle
Chop, chop, chop it up
'87 Regal
My chain so cold had to add another link
Add the 5 to the 182
Don't blink
Pour it in the styrofoam so the glass don't clink
When the shit look pink man
You know I'm too geeked
Shells hit the deck like
Tink, tink, tink
Got the work on the scale and the roaches in the sink
Ice so cold that it look like a rink
And my kush so loud that my eyes on chink
Nigga why you gotta snitch like a pipsqueak
I said bitch back back like 10 feet
Baggin' up the work like it's lunch meat
And I'm 'bouta work the pussy like it's team skeet
Keep my money long one orangutans
From the neck on froze let my chain swang
From the drawers to the hat man it's Gucci Gang
On the purp and the lean like I'm Gucci Mane
You ain't as high as I be
Two cups I swear
I'm too throwed
I run the game no cheat codes
I hold it down on (Ten toes)
You ain't as high as I be
I swear, I'm too throwed
No cheat codes
On ten toes
This the first track off the beat tape
When I pay in all cash get a rebate
Now I'm rollin' up that Philly
Need a cheesesteak
Watch chain link
Like a steel gate
Shreddin' all my money now my cheese grate
Bringin' in the work like they milk crates
Put to the frost to the flakes
Now the kids say they're great
Ah shit
Who done let my niggas loose
Got my bloods with me
Hollerin' suwoop
All my apes loose
That's the zoo crew
Might be down to catch body
Nigga who knew
Slurpin' up that pussy like it's fruit juice
I have her Now and Later
Like a fruit chew
Now call her back an hour later
Man I got annihilate her
Had to hang up on her ex
Cuz she said he was just a hater
You ain't as high as I be
Two cups I swear
I'm too throwed
I run the game no cheat codes
I hold it down on ten toes
You ain't as high as I be
I swear, I'm too throwed
No cheat codes
On ten toes
Pull up to your town and I cop it by the pound
This a desert eagle you don't wanna hear the sound
I'm the king need my crown
And I don't fuck with clowns
On a Friday night
Bouta lay the SmackDown
Servin all these niggas like I'm handin' out subpoenas
Got her spinnin' on the pole like she was a ballerina
Posted on the lot with the work like a dealer
Cops can't see me nigga
Yeah I feel John Cena
Her pussy so wet
Call it Hurricane Katrina
And I just made her moan so I gotta call her Lisa
Little bit of gold and I'm flexin' with my beeper
Nigga I'm the dope that be bangin' out ya speakers
I just found the truth now I'm soundin' like a preacher
A nigga started taxin' cuz I needed some new sneakers
Rappers needin' fire so they lookin' for my features
And I'm the God of Death
Gotta kill 'em like the reaper
You ain't as high as I be
Two cups
I'm too throwed
I run the game no cheat codes
I hold it down on ten toes
You ain't as high as I be
I swear, I'm too throwed
No cheat codes
On ten toes
Osiris I just picked up a kilo
I'm friends with the plug
My amigo
Stackin' all my chips like they Pringles
And I'm winnin' in this game like it's bingo
I'm Michael
Nigga you Tito
And my hustle got me lookin' like I'm Rico
And I might get hit with the RICO
All the work that I sell is illegal
Yeah shawty lookin' bad like a centerfold
Said she diggin' on me like she lookin' for minerals
Whippin' that white like a bowl of fucking cereal
Put these rappers in they grave make it like a funeral
Dollar outta 15 cent
That's a miracle
When I take it to the hoop
I gotta get my free throw
So damn high
Take flight like an eagle
Chop, chop, chop it up
'87 Regal
My chain so cold had to add another link
Add the 5 to the 182
Don't blink
Pour it in the styrofoam so the glass don't clink
When the shit look pink man
You know I'm too geeked
Shells hit the deck like
Tink, tink, tink
Got the work on the scale and the roaches in the sink
Ice so cold that it look like a rink
And my kush so loud that my eyes on chink
Nigga why you gotta snitch like a pipsqueak
I said bitch back back like 10 feet
Baggin' up the work like it's lunch meat
And I'm 'bouta work the pussy like it's team skeet
Keep my money long one orangutans
From the neck on froze let my chain swang
From the drawers to the hat man it's Gucci Gang
On the purp and the lean like I'm Gucci Mane
You ain't as high as I be
Two cups I swear
I'm too throwed
I run the game no cheat codes
I hold it down on (Ten toes)
You ain't as high as I be
I swear, I'm too throwed
No cheat codes
On ten toes
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Writer(s): Talbera Botros
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