Lyrics: Yigang Meng/Yixuan Zhu/Bohao Wu
Music: Yigang Meng/Yixuan Zhu/Bohao Wu
@delphia!
Slap so hard barely feel my hands
No no I ain’t need no Xan
I see my plug dance
I am too high to land
I am too right to left
What the **** I said
She **** with me she bad
What I did is H.A.M
To the whole new plane I be sent
She like the music I made
I am like which song making her crazy
One of my brother he tough
He next goat and he in Lansing
I can tell you brother drop no top
He a dumpass perpetually capping
Everything be loaded
Every hit just go straight
I ain’t talking no glancing
I mean no harm
But I kick back
Too many cheese gotta get a big bag
When I go spray
He went zigzag
I am to greedy
Hit front hit back
Got a new painting
And told them to reframe
Like project Popeye
I can change the season
Be on that green every
I turn myself a vegan
@Taco
I just been spitting my bars now I'm gone
On some private shit, we feel like top gun
They don't wanna see me there, now I'm gone
We high in the sky, you can't see me now
On some all-star shit, we feel like luxury
We balling in cali, smoke that tree
And me and my gang, they stay with me
Give **** ‘bout they saying it's all cap to me
Man I rap too quick I feel like a mother****ing HAM
200 my dash like it got no jam
When I be in Irvine, I feel like the man
We robbing all bank all ATM
HAMMF you know that’s me
HAMMF you know I'm geek
HAMMF song it make you bleed
We hard as **** know you gon‘ dig
@delphia!
Slap so hard barely feel my hands
No no I ain’t need no xan
I see my plug dance
I am too high to land
I am too right to left
What the **** I said
She **** with me she bad
What I did is H.A.M
To the whole nu plane I be sent
@Wade Warhol
Oh~
Yeah I can understand
You be cheatin’ on your man for me
I be doing step by step
So I can’t have no plan on B
I might just doing some pan
‘Cause for whole time I just want my head for free
Bitch say she don’t love me no more
Like I care, me at home cook and bake panforte
Oh~
Just like ye, don’t give a **** what they talk about
Can’t be quiet, too many chains on me, I walk aloud
We stand front and then they all be like balk a lot
God damn
Someone who can see me as I am
Someone who can see I don’t want no fame
They know money’s what I aim
No I don’t wanna take no blame
Them bitches to me are all the same
If you broke up with me, you not 10
I'm like lord, they all praise my name
Once you failed, I won’t give you another chance
@dephia！
That stick in my trunk, it’s a loadout
I get that shit grown, in 4 month
My bitch she looking for more fun
You lacking it’s why all your hoes run
They keep calling me anti-gravitational ‘cause I never go down
They keep telling me that I deserve more trucks more buns more guns
We got something, they disappear when we confront in the front
Ain’t none of bitches know that we got a drawer of the blunts
@Wade Warhol
Keep complainin’, I already done what you did for years in one month
Smokin’ on woods, I be way too high, start to feel warm, ‘bout to touch the sun
If you got problem with me, confront with me, lil bitch don’t hit-and-run
He think he’s something, stand next to me, he ain’t even count as background
He think he’s something, stand next to me, he ain’t even count as background
@delphia!
1 2 3 4 5 6 times
Hit her from the back then I rewind
Bro got contract
Me I’m not gonna sign
My verse air dropped to my team, go bang
Flew north south north, in sight
My mom still told me that straigten my spine
Bro finna got left behind
Got more and more bands finna been mine
@Wade Warhol
It shine
Rockin’ with Dior, rockin’ designer
****in’ with three hoes, or maybe them five
**** ‘bout your ego, **** ‘bout your rhyme
I ain’t see you choosin’ side
You can’t be my big bro, you crossin’ the line
Don't fit in these people, I take what’s mine
I think this bitch emo, she wastin’ my time
@delphia!
Slap so hard barely feel my hands
No no I ain’t need no xan
I see my plug dance
I am too high to land
I am too right to left
What the **** I said
She **** with me she bad
What I did is H.A.M
To the whole nu plane I be sent