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DON'T BLOW IT!
Ham Sandwich
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Uh, (yuh!) World in the palm of your hands, don't blow it (don't blow it)
Gun cocked to your head, don't blow it (watch out)
Nigga's shook and afraid, don't show it (whoa, whoa)
Bad bitch really wanna get a taste of my dick
In the whip, had to tell her, don't blow it (don't do it!)
Even though a nigga know her throat goated
Snakes in the grass, gotta mow it, fo' sho' it's-
(Ayo, Oddwin!)
Uh, uh, uh
The motive corrosive, the motion demoted
These niggas is losers (yes sir)
NPC niggas live in computers (uh-huh)
Bitches lookin' for suitable suitors (come on)
While these niggas get datin' advice
From a fuckin' subreddit and Super Seducer (you suck)
Thinkin' beggars deserve to be choosers (damn)
And a lot of these niggas abusers
If I was a woman, I'd keep me a Ruger
Y'all niggas gotta do better
I really would rather be givin' y'all humor (I would)
Get the fuck off that lil' nigga podcast
They don't know you, you just a consumer (he don't even know you)
Guarantee that them niggas have not smashed
Anybody they claiming, it's rumors
Whole lotta
Lame niggas, lame niggas in the runaround
Never goin' out unless the sun is down
We gotta shame niggas, shame niggas when they come around
Bend 'em outta shape until they come around
It be them
Same niggas, same niggas who just wanna sound off
'Bout how pussy ain't shit, and they don't want it now
Prolly buy some pussy for a hunnid thou'
Prolly not gon' understand a nigga words
And I ain't finna dumb it down
Stupid!
I get like half of my hoes on accident
Y'all half assin' it
None of y'all passionate
Gas in the blunt, but ain't none of y'all passin' it
Y'all niggas gassin' mid, I drop a track it's a massive hit
Mahito, I changed the game, ain't no patchin' it
Had to get me a lil' breather I'm back in it
Bad bitches backin' it, you know I'm smackin' it
Mackin' and stackin', you know what the mood is
Nigga I'm rooted, no I ain't movin'
No I ain't zooted, no I ain't booted
I turn a prudist, into a nudist
Just got a new bitch, new wrist
New phone, who dis? Too lit, chill out, cool it
I put the Luis in Louis, I put the Dewey in do it
I get yo' crew hit, uh
I get the shit that I need (yuh)
Interrogate me, it's the Fifth that I plead (no words!)
They tried to hypnotize me with some empty promises
You get what I mean? (Come on)
This is the shit that I bleed
Big as Drake, can't fit in my jeans (brrr)
I wasn't lit in my teens, but my life a movie
Ain't no skippin' my scenes (no skips)
Press play and when the film stop, I'ma need an essay (yuh)
And you better be ready for the test day (yuh)
'Cause only one of y'all make it in the best case (yuh, facts)
You comin' for me, best be comin' the correct way (uh-huh)
That's the direct way, nigga that's the best way (yes sir)
Fuckboys think they livin' in my headspace (yuh)
On the bed, that's the bitches-givin'-head space, yuh (woo!)
(Yuh!) World in the palm of your hands, don't blow it (don't blow it)
Gun cocked to your head, don't blow it (watch out)
Nigga's shook and afraid, don't show it (whoa, whoa)
Bad bitch really wanna get a taste of my dick
In the whip, had to tell her, don't blow it (don't do it!)
Even though a nigga know throat goated
Snakes in the grass, gotta mow it, fo' sho' it's-
You ain't catchin me blowin' my shot
But his shawty below boutta blow on the spot
That hoe offered dome and I told her to stop
But I'm jokin', I'm never not over the top
Reason my slogan is boy wanna talk
I'm ownin' you phonies, no phonin' with pops
One shot got 'em movin' like Robocop
Pull up on that boy, like it's Robo and Box
You never catch me disclosin' my thoughts
Pricy, like this clothing, to show what I got
Stop it, why you rappin' 'bout paper? You not rich
Sleep on me with no weight, you a cot, bitch
Why you talkin' 'bout hits? You don't got shit
Ham and Drip with the drop, you caught slippin'
All my music Miguel with the hot rhythm
And my burner like Burter, it's Mach kickin' (kikckin')
I don't like to talk, I could tell a bitch Word like Microsoft (okay)
Fortnite shit, how I'm offin' his team
Then I'm coppin' that V, no Item Shop
Why he talk about this? I don't even give a shit
I'ma burn a lil' bridge, I'm the final boss
King Koopa in this shit, you a Goomba in the mix
You loomin' near the crib, bitch I'ma stomp
(Okay) okay, dandadan way I've been seein' things
Thinkin' it's ESP, it's gettin' spooky (hey)
Speakin on Drip, it's a guillotine
Chop get to swingin', I'll leave 'em a two piece (yeah)
See his circle is roomy, I kick it with LOOP
Not no losers and groupies (let's go, bitch)
Soon as I blew up the newbies want claim that they knew me
They take me as stupid, shit (ใใผใฏใขใผใ)
(Yuh!) World in the palm of your hands, don't blow it (don't blow it)
Gun cocked to your head, don't blow it (watch out)
Nigga's shook and afraid, don't show it (whoa, whoa)
Bad bitch really wanna get a taste of my dick
In the whip, had to tell her, don't blow it (don't do it!)
Even though a nigga know throat goated
Snakes in the grass gotta mow it, fo' sho' it's-
(Stage clear)
(Yuh!) World in the palm of your hands, don't blow it (don't blow it)
Gun cocked to your head-(watch out)
Nigga's shook-, don't-, nigga
Bad bitch really wanna get a taste-
In the whip, had to tell her, don't blow it (don't do it!)
Even though a nigga know her-
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