THE THIGH

[Intro: Ham Sandwich]
Yessir
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Cut that shit off, cut that shit off
Ayy, bro (Huh?), you gotta up your production value, bro
You're at a hundred K, bro (Bro, what are you talking about?), the people expect more from you, bro
No more of this shit, bro (Where did this stream come from, bro?)
No more of this dumb ass shit, bro (What are you doing?)
You gotta up your production value, bro, come on
Bring in my orchestra, bring in my– (Is this what the people want?)
Bring in my strings, bro (Is this what you think the people want?)
Come on, man, come on, we gotta up the value, bro
We gotta up the ranking tier, bro (Right now?)
This the luxury tax, bro (We really doing this?)
We gotta make it beautiful, bro (We really doing this?)
We gotta make this shit beautiful, my nigga, okay? (Come on)
No more of this random-ass bullshit, bro (Haha)
No more of this beat you made in fuckin' the twelfth grade, bro (Nah)
No more of that (Nah, bring in my drums)
What are you doing? (Bring in my drums, boy)
Bring in the fucking drums, bro
Bring in the fucking drums
Bring in my fucking 808, bro
What the fuck did you think this was, bro?
This is leg, bro, this is leg
This is the fucking hundred K leg special, nigga
(Section one, "THE THIGH")
Give it to 'em, Shwab

[Verse 1: Shwabadi]
My money long as the time since I last dropped
Or run time of tracks in my backlog
Your money short as the leash of a bad dog
My money is longer than Mexican standoffs
My money longer than Blu-ray extended editions of Lord of the Rings
Your bank is dry, an unfortunate thing
You fuckers ain't got no sauce on your wings

[Verse 2: Connor Quest!]
My money long like ring long land
Long like index on King Kong hand
Like a TikTok binge-watch, clips on spam
Longer than Guinness World Ping-Pong match
Long like the long johns on Long John Silver
Longer than the estimate completion day from odd job builders
Longer than the lap of our world
Longer than my dick, ask Stargirl

[Verse 3: Stargirl]
My money long like a leg with a foot on your neck in the platform docs
You and your bitch at the end of my strap
Like, is you throwin' it back or not?
You know 'bout my body, girl, don't be a stranger
Hear that cha-ching, and I know it's gon' change her
Ride on my dick just to get out my anger
They couldn't ride on my wave, I'm a flanger

[Verse 4: YOUNG$TER]
Bitch, who you comparin'?
I might be a youngster, but I'm still yo parent
They hear what I rap and they parrot
But I'm a new animal, Shwab with the arms, how I'm bearin' 'em
My money longer than time that these niggas been draggin' a beef on the timeline
Last time I rapped like a lawyer, but this time I'm killin' the beat, they might give me a lifetime, bitch

[Verse 5: yayu]
Uh, my money long like the Irishmen
I been the Hoffa, I know they gon' plot on my ass
We still don't got enough processing power to display the number of dollars I had
Hilbert's hotel got some housekeepin', my money long as that walk to serve all of the guests
You can get dropped for your drop in the bucket, so budget for when I come knockin' again

[Verse 6: Wülf Boi]
My money long like a Young Thug ad-lib
Boy show his ass and go viral like Mastiff
My money long like the time that it takes me to cum, yo girl call me UPS package
Your funds out of order like the movie Challengers
Holding two dicks like the movie Challengers
You hear ratatat like old binging with Babish Vids
My money long like my dawg Scooby's sandwiches

[Verse 7: TheManBeHisLa]
My money? My money long like it is Pi or– uh, something other like it
High numbers or the sky, what's another? Brother, come on, try
Money lookin' like the list of rhymes I could write if I wanted
My money in it's area is comparing to the Zenith crafting tree in Terraria
That paired with the lengths it takes me to make a new song
All my money taking too long

[Verse 8: Tablez]
My money long like– huh
My money long like when both teams tie up in rivals
My money long like– nah
My pockets blowin' up, them hoes about to go viral
Stackin' 'em up, like– (Damn)
If I had a one more bill, that shit leanin' like Michael
My paper extend like reactions from Dontai
My guap spans through a surplus of miles

[Verse 9: Jeesh]
My money so damn long (Na-na-na-na-na)
It's like the length of this song–

[Outro: Ham Sandwich]
Ha, I'd do it again
Huh?
G-g-get your legs out
We man spreading all 2025