Ham Sandwich (USA), Shwabadi - KEEPIT100! lyrics

Oh no not another one of these
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When I walk into the spot
I feel like kageyama i’m aboutta blow up
Keep it 100, I’m boutta glow up
Opposition often wanna fade until I show up
Getting faded by a nigga with a bowl cut
You don’t wanna see a nigga go nuts
Sleeping on my name, you getting woke up
Look at all the power I soak up
Hit you with a beam like i'm Ahsoka
Origami niggas finna fold up, huh

Niggas wasn’t fuckin with the kid
Now they missed out livin in my mentions
All these niggas tryna get clout
Niggas always talkin but they never
Get they fists out hit a nigga once and now
That nigga gotta switch out
I was livin normally
I never had to stick out
Then they hit my family and
Now I gotta stick out
Crunchyroll collection how I gotta
Bring the clips out
Doin cardio the only time a nigga dripped out
Doin cardio the only time a nigga sweatin
Cuz the mental is the weapon
Bringin metal to my section?
Get a lesson in correction
Said he want the smoke
We didn’t invite him to the session
Said it was a joke
But I ain’t giving him a blessing
Allow me to reiterate
I would really rather go and exercise
But a lotta demons really
Needin to be exorcised
Coming for my brothers
You gon end up bein next in line

When I walk into the spot
I feel like kageyama i’m aboutta blow up
Keep it 100, I’m boutta glow up
Opposition often wanna fade until I show up
Getting faded by a nigga with a bowl cut
You don’t wanna see a nigga go nuts
Sleeping on my name, you getting woke up
Look at all the power I soak up
Hit you with a beam like i'm Ahsoka
Origami niggas finna fold up, huh

Origami, imma fold the paper
Power going up, my power elevator
See red, hit em with a beam
I feel like vader
When the force hit em, paralyzing
I’m a taser
My power real, your power illusion
Big brain kid, huh, you cannot fool em
Runnin this shit like it’s body improvement
Runnin this shit like it’s -
Oh wait, oh wait, i peaked
Runnin this shit like a track meet
If she ain’t tsubomi, she don’t attract me
Salt get to spraying
You’d think we were at sea
You got no drive lil bitch, get a taxi
Suzuki, I’m at the top, you are not there
Don’t move, got you locked in my crosshairs
My hands go up, and I bet they gon drop dead
Me and you different, don’t compare