Breeton Boi, Ham Sandwich (USA), Aerial Ace - ADOLLA BURST! lyrics

Yo, look i can assure you I did not have
A good day in the booth today
Just trying to record this damn song
(No, I really did not)
Like, I don't know why it's so
Difficult to record this song (Like bruh)
Like, really i don't know man, I'm just fre-
I'ma give up in a minute (Aight)
Nah, hold on I gotta do it for the views
(It's Breeton)

Walk in the spot like
Y'all came to witness these flames
Of destruction I'm spitting
Company 8, my team moving on missions
Couldn't care less about your jurisdiction
(Ay ay) these haters capping
They talking that fiction
And try block the heat
Like they solar eclipsing
But I got the power and I got that vision
My Glock on Hinawa, you know it not missing
(Yuh) sho Kusakabe, my money expanding
Haters stay talking, you know that I
Haters stay talking
You know that I banned him
Isekai flow, I am not of this planet
Third Gen heat, don't miss like Aerial Ace
Make and move this fire in various ways
Infernal to the core, I cannot be tamed
And my choppa kickback like Sonic off stage
(Bah, bah, bah)
My choppa Adolla the way that it burst
It just take a dollar to point at you first
(Boom) so let's get to popping 'cause
You too gassed up
And I'm tired of your hype
You should know what you're worth
(What you're worth)
Aye, yuh, and that's not a damn thing (Huh?)
Risk of Rain on me how they afraid of my drip
(Ok) i got my blessings
That's why they hit up my link (Yuh, Ay)
Feeling like Rachel, I cannot stand to just
(Ay)

Metal in hand like I'm Lieutenant Flam (Ay)
When I'm up in this heater
These niggas start freezing
(Bah, bah, brrrah)
Hinata, Hikage, I stay with the twin Glocks
Wiping they noses like niggas was sneezing
(Hoo, hoo, hoo) came up from nothing, boy
That shit was all me (Yessir)
See your mans on the street
And I'm giving him homi (Yessir)
You gonna cry? Call for your mommy?
(Wah, wah)
They can't prove it because nobody saw me
I'm a savage, turn a bad bitch to an actress
(Ooh, ooh)
Magic, living lavish, you an average
(Ooh, ooh)
Tragic, try to match it, you get blasted
(Ooh, ooh)
Plasma, Haumea with the static (Bah, brrrah)
Ain't a single nigga dealing damage (No sir)
Charon put the flare in if
He thinking he can manage (Yes Sir)
Keeping me a gadget
Feel like Vulcan the mechanic (O oh)
Kusakabe, let the metal Shou a
Nigga how to vanish (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Steal a nigga soul and now
They calling me a bandit (Huh?)
Arrow with the shot, I let it fly
And I'ma land it (Yessir)
Niggas capping everyday and I
Don't understand it (No sir)
Niggas starting drama like they
Starring up in Hamlet (Damn)
I just tell my niggas "Let
Ham handle the manlets" (Yessir)
Eating all the rappers
You'd think Ham is famished (O oh)
Bitches want my name and I tell 'em "Can it
Candice" (Mm)
I send shots everywhere I can see, panoramics
(Oowah)

Ooh, let me get 'em
My choppa Charon, it catch hella bodies
Start dumping these racks
I ain't talking Tamaki
I'm ripping you bitches to
Shreds just like Maki (Slow it down)
My tracks get numbers like homes on enlisting
(Ok)
GPS can't get you to my position (Uh, uh)
Feeling like Inca, I'm peeping yo' heat
(O oh) and that shit ain't worth mentions
'cause it's never hitting (Ooh, fuck it)
Sliding like liquid since you
Niggas want smoke (What's popping?)
Talk and I'm forcing this
Fire down your throat (Uh, huh)
Watch when we link, I put Os to his organs
Get lit up like Shinra
Welcome to the light Sho (Brrr)
Message for niggas who's testing our caliber
(Hey look) your script get cut
I'm Arthur with Excalibur (Your fire)
You'll get exposed and then
Boxed right on sight
Like we put you right in
The Department 8's calendar
Nigga, don't flaunt
I'll double your bread if
I copped a croissant
And that'll be enough for me
To get to your bitch
Get under her skin and I
Ain't talking 'bout a taunt (God damn)
These chicks are a buffet, I take what I want
Don't like my statement? Get
Dropped like a font
Step foot on these beats, and like Shinra
I launch
Small talk 'bout C notes, my head to a conch
Huh