Ham Sandwich (USA) - MAKO lyrics

Aye, yuh i got the drip like Mako
Uh, aye, aye, uh turn him to a fable
Aye, aye,  aye

Pull up with shooters,  we spray automatics
My chopper be kicking
 they kicking the rocks
These niggas drier than
Biscuit's from Popeyes
But I got the drip like I fell off a dock
I'm scheming, I'm plotting
He don't want the static
Statistically speaking, he'll leave in a box
Tryna play ball till they look at my arsenal
Gun on my hip and a blade in my sock
Pull up at your hideout, I'm taking it over
Beethoven, don't test my composure
Pull up with a stick, feel like a composer
All terrain violence, Range Rover
I aim low, snakes gotta lay lower
Lean in my cup so I'm sipping it slower
Stomp out the yard, fuck a lawnmower
Mower? I hardly know her
If you ask for money and you ain't my nigga
You know that I'm gonna decline it
Niggas don't like me, I pull up, I shoot em
And now they more open-minded
I keep like 21 guns in a vault and
It's hidden somewhere that nobody can find it
Diamond Dude chill on my wrist
When I flash it these niggas can't look or
They finna get blinded
I knew that bitch was a hoe when she said
That she changes her clothes way too often
That nigga sneezing, he coughing
I'm wiping his nose and now he
Gonna sleep in a coffin
Just wet up the block so if you wanna not
Be caught slipping then you
Better proceed with caution
I'm flying, no saucer
But my drip be alien to all these
Broke niggas how I be saucing
You ain't talkin money, you
Get thirty seconds
Cause that's all the time that I can allot
Shooting a movie, it's starring the
Ops as the Noble Knights
They was on cam a lot

Aye, yuh, aye, I got the drip like Mako
Umi on his block, and now he just a fable