Ham Sandwich (USA) - Tachibana! lyrics

Bruh, yuh, yuh, aye, yessir
Aye, yessir, yessir, yessir, huh
(ooh, ooh, ooh) yessir, yessir, yessir
Hold on
They didn't think anyone could do this
(They didn't think it was possible) look, uh

Tachibana, I got multiple choppas
I'm swapping em often while offin the oppers
You fuck with the roster
Get turned to a statue
End up in a locker, you ain't movin proper
(bbrraahh) i ball like Tanaka
They know I'm the goat
Like I'm carrying Sasahara (ooh)
Gave that bitch a dollar
Now she call me daddy
But I ain't her father, feel like Naganohara
Cuz I draw the weapon and shit get explicit
(bbrraahh)
Niggas ain't got no defense like a picket
(nope, nope)
Put him in the grave, Nakamura, I dig it
Best watch where you steppin
End up in a divot (damn)
End up in a divot, like he Nakanojo (damn)
If he talking pussy, like he Sakamoto (ugh)
I'm late to the club, something like Makoto
(ooh)
But this second gen value is doubled, Johto
(yessir)
These niggas ain't in the photo, I cropped em
P90 on me finna chop em
He talkin crazy, this yopper gon pop em
Daruma how I'm finna drop em
These niggas boring
Get dropped out the airship (ooh)
I need my worship, I ain't talkin prayer shit
(ooh)
Merciless kingdom, I ain't gonna spare shit
(ooh)
Me and my circle, we been on that rare shit
(yessir) fuck with me wrong and you
End up with bad luck
Mio on the ship, leave em calling for backup
(ooh)
"Mai" arms too strong, I might be jacked up
(ooh, ooh)
Feel like Makoto, I'm keeping the mag tucked
(bbrraahh) bank account loaded with cash
And I'm racked up (ooh)
Your house of cards can't stack up, back up
(ooh) i feel like Yuuko when I run the paper
Cuz ain't nobody finna catch up (no sir)
Yuh, look
I'm on the throne and I'm feeling invincible
(ooh)
Minakami how I speak in subliminals (ooh)
Dogs around me, bite an opp and he fictional
(ooh) yuh, woah, get to the dough
That's the mufuckin principle
(ooh, ooh, ooh) show her the guap and
She losing her principles (ooh)
She throw it back on a
Buck like the principal (woah)
Lotta niggas really saying that they fans
But when shit gon hit the fan
We see who they really rooting for (uh huh)
If a nigga talk shit, we gon drop in
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, round his block
Like the uniform (skrrt)
Point to his head
Now he looking like a unicorn
Killed so many niggas
The media don't know who to mourn (ooh)
Bitch I been a problem nobody
Got the solution for (yuh)
Niggas see the money that I'm movin towards
(aye, aye)
Try to get ahead, and still miss it (aye)
Niggas know I'm never the second one, Biscuit
(yuh, ooh, ooh)
Nano put the steel to em, don't get it
Twisted (ooh)
When I press the button
It shut down his system
(we gon shut it down)
Never the second one, Biscuit
Steel to his back, nigga
Don't get it twisted
I press the button, it shut down his system
(ooh hoo hoo hoo hoo, bruh)