That Boi Gon

[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]
Yeah
I keep me the chopp like I'm Tachibana
And me and my Bros, we just copped the hammer
And I'm throwing some shots like I'm beefing with Mario
But like Diddy, my Glock's bananas
And shawty want rings like she sonic
But I keep that shit strictly platonic
See, the key to the beat, to have keys to the beat
If there's keys in the beat, then I'm on it
Three six to his face, like that boi in the Mafia
That boi will be Gon, like he chill with Kurapika
That boi will be gone, if he beefing with my nigga
That boi will be gone, in the LOOP there's no stopping us
Banana clip pointеd at his throat, he a Tropius
Ty Wild, he gave mе the bar just to rhyme with it
And LOOP at the top, so the shawties be topping it
I feel like a monster, I smoke on that Oddish bud
Hot box on the whip and I smoke 'till I'm out of bud
And my plug just sent me a pack, but it's not enough
Resetti, cause I'm on his block, and I'm poppin' up
That boi needs gas, tell that boi to come cop from us
And your bitch came to my crib, she not hot enough
She touching my body, she sealing my chakra
And she gonna give me big head, she a Sakura
This brick I'm like Mister Miyagi, I chop it up

[Verse 2: 945mari]
This FN that's on me, it sing the opera
Pole finna blow like a soulful harmonica
COVID-19, how that Glock make you cough it up
Calling my bro for a favor like Alluka
Bus boy, we sweep for the block, then we mop it up
.30 clip aimed at your ass, that shit sodomous
Leaving you helpless so now you like Sakura
Dread head pockets, my guap getting knotted up
You don't get nada, my drip on sea level, that shit really nautical
I got that scope on my brow like a monocle
Smoking that grabba leaf, blunt game botanical
Cut that bitch off like she wasn't canonical
I put my wood in that bitch like a popsicle
Cart got stuck and your shit barely pausable
You versus me? That is not very plausible
You don't want pressure, my mood very volatile

[Verse 3: Mir Blackwell]
I swerve in that lane, and that boi just an obstacle
Clip on that gun long as General Hospital
Hit him with lead, let my pencil go pop at you
I move to the bread, man, that shit isn't optional
I silence the Glock, so that shit wasn't audible
I be in the field, calling plays, like an audible
I dropped a brick in the pot, shit was soluble
He ain't talking money? that shit wasn't topical

[Verse 4: Ham Sandwich]
She give me brain, but that bitch still illogical
Niggas ain't next me, niggas ain't proximal
Pushing my paper like a periodical
Your money silent, that shit barely audible
I need my payment, that shit isn't optional
I'm on the move, and I don't see an obstacles
They know my name that shit etymological
Stick on my side that shit maybe, wait
Stick on my side, that tommy anatomical
Dick is so big, that shit in her duodenum
Hit up the forge with the choppers, we moddin' 'em
Lift the metal with my homies I'm spottin' 'em
I'm steady trappin', these niggas is caught in 'em
We left 'em holy, the last time we fought with 'em
That guy a loser you won't see me call with him
Eating these rappers, put 'em in the pot with 'em
So many checks, don't know where to deposit 'em
That boi was acting sus, so we pausing 'em
They hated Ham last year, now they lauding him
They ain't getting a piece, not a modicum
He get beheaded, I practice Wahhabism
Can't find his body, don't know where we lodging him
Pull it out, and now she say that's a lot of...
W-W-Well, y-y-you know what it would it be

[Outro: Ham Sandwich]
Ayyy, woo, woo, yuh, oh
Woo, woo, yuh, ay, yeah, oh, oh
Woo, oh, oh, oh
Yes sir (Yes sir)
Oh, woo, woo, woo, woo
I'm sick and tired of Mir, bro
Oh my god- if he hits me up to do another song
I'm actually going to END HIS ENTIRE LIFE
I"M GONNA SHOOT HIM, GONNA SHOOT HIM, GONNA SHOOT HIM