Sandwich Lyrics

I done peeped you and your friend

Let me be the meat in the sandwich

I can tell you eat the bread

By the way that ass sit

Enemies can get the lead

Imma pull off with the mag empty

Enemies can get the lead

Imma smash out with the tag missin’

I done peeped you and your friend

Let me be the meat in the sandwich

I can tell you eat the bread

By the way that ass sit

Enemies can get the lead

Imma pull off with the mag empty

Enemies can get the lead

Imma smash out with the tag missin’

Crossin’ me is just bad business, in your bad interests

When the cash triple, don’t be sad pimpin

With some bad women, with some ass dimples

And a sack filled up, and my gas filled up And your trash filled up, what a sad build up

Let dad pick up some the slack

Run it back

She got thunder cat, my tongue in that

It’s runnin laps, got her screamin’ checkered flag

And I’m like, What is that?

If the Engine started, imma run it outta gas

Then sometimes I fill back up

If you bout it, I could fuck the track up

Bout your friend, if I can bring it back up

If I just had to pick, that bitch there’d be the back up

I done peeped you and your friend

Let me be the meat in the sandwich

I can tell you eat the bread

By the way that ass sit

Enemies can get the lead

Imma pull off with the mag empty

Enemies can get the lead

Imma smash out with the tag missin’

I done peeped you and your friend

Let me be the meat in the sandwich

I can tell you eat the bread

By the way that ass sit

Enemies can get the lead

Imma pull off with the mag empty

Enemies can get the lead

Imma smash out with the tag missin’