UPSET! lyrics

[Intro: Ham Sandwich]
It's been waiting on that new Ham Sandwich, man (Ay, ay, b*tch, b*tch)
Ever since ham on sandwich dropped (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch)
I've been waiting on that new Ham Sandwich (Ay, b*tch, ay, b*tch, ay, b*tch)
Does one of them sound like it got a trigger? (Ay, ay)
I hit that before you recorded this (Yuh, ay, ay)

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Ham in the cut like I'm fresh out the deli (Yessir)
Might catch a body, I'm feeling like Melly (Yessir)
She wanna ride, uh, Nelly (Okay)
p*ss on his grave and he looking like Kelly (O-ooh, ayo!)
Eating these rappers, they live in my belly (Ooh, Yessir)
Eating these beats and they looking like jelly (Yessir)
I am the sh*t don't get mad if I'm- (Ugh)
b*tches like Bakugo, blow up my telly (Uh huh, uh huh)
I need that cheddar, fed her mozarelli (Yessir)
If you in the way you get turned to a skelly (Yessir)
You cannot hang, you a mu'f*cking detty (Uh uh)
Ride with the trio like Ed, Edd, and Eddy (Yessir)
Keepin' the twins on my hip, Revy (Bah bah!)
I got the drip, I be flooding the levee (Yessir)
Chop in the trunk 'cause it's way too heavy (Ooh, woah)
f*ck with me wrong, turn 'em into spaghetti (Ay, yo, woah, woah!)

[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
I call my goons to get him and they get him (Yessir)
He ain't important if I never met him (Ay)
Shootin' a movie, his block is the setting (Ooh, yuh)
Laying him down, I ain't talking 'bout setting (Ooh, ooh yuh)
Lay a b*tch out, I ain't talking 'bout bedding (Ay, ooh, ooh)
Laying the heat and these n*ggas ain't ready (Hey, yuh)
Pop a surprise, someone get the confetti (Ooh, yuh)
Bearing these arms, I ain't talking 'bout Teddy (Ooh ooh, yuh)
Chopper so big that it came with a dolly (Ooh)
Wheel it around like a mu'f*cking trolley (Ay, ooh)
Chopper gon' blow him from L.A. to Raleigh (Yuh, ay)
Lean in my cup and I'm popping a molly (Ay, yo, woah, woah!)
Stay with the gas, I ain't talking unleaded (Ay, huh?)
So many drugs that I might be a medic (Ay, huh?)
f*ck with me wrong and you might need a medic (Ay, huh?)
These n*ggas hating, they f*cking pathetic! (Ay, yo, woah!) (Damn)
(Damn)
Yeah, I said it! (Yessir) (Damn!)
These n*ggas hating they typing on Reddit (Yessir)
These n*ggas mad that I'm stacking my lettuce (Ooh, ay)
These n*ggas mad I'm unapologetic (Yuh, ay)
These n*ggas fake and these n*ggas synthetic (Ooh, ooh) (They fake!)
Chopper corona, it cause a pandemic (Yessir)
Chopper making onomatopoetics (Brrrah!)
[Interlude: Ham Sandwich and Aerial Ace]
(Bop, brr, bop, brr bum bum bum!)
Ay, I got guns I got funds, ay yuh (Brr, bam, yuh)
I got guns I got funds, ay yuh (Ooh, ooh)
And I do this sh*t for fun, wait (Woo)
I got guns bro
I-I see 'em bro they're f*cking everywhere, my dawg (I have so many weapons)
Ay, you got guns?
Hell yeah, I got guns! Hold on, I got the MP5, mutherf*cking commando and sh*t (I have truckfulls, it's on bro) (Ay, let 'em know)
Hold up, lemme pop the trunk for these n*ggas real quick. Yeah, yeah, I got you bro, don't even worry 'bout it, bruh (Let 'em know what we're about)
(Bah, bah, brrrah!)
[Verse 3: Aerial Ace]
My chopper got so many parts it got labbed on (Damn!)
Waving the stick to you bots, Imma "Cap Coms" (Brr)
She down my loads and then ask for my number
Lil b*tch, that ain't even a part of the add-on (Huh?)
Oregon, I pack 12, dropping his pack off
Cops look for info, they can't 'cause the pack loss (Woah woah woah)
n*ggas should wrestle how all of 'em act raw (Huh?)
Lack in the cut, digits split 'em like hacksaws (Seen 'em!) (Wee)
My fit got so much drip, Moses
They call me 'cause it look like I part the sea (Uh huh)
I told this dumbass n*gga pull up for that action
And tried to L.A.R.P. with me (Dumbass)
Ace don't miss, why would I start with some b*tch
No answer, make like a tree, bark and leave
You come up short with my bread like Kevin Hart with cheese (Ay, ay, ay)
I put the techs through your window like a parking fee (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
[Verse 4: Aerial Ace]
Test me like a sample
I pull out the drums and kick him to the 808 (Brr)
I do what I want day to day to day
You n*ggas suit up and go to your day to days (Ew)
I'm dropping these dimes for these beats, you don't get 'em now
Pick 'em up later like lay a way (Oh wait)
Oh wait, or like Bronny J, you get hit later
When he was caught smoking blunts in L.A (Oooooh!)
Them O's and them M's on my mind like a mantra
n*ggas want smoke, they get turned to a Rasta (Y'all are f*cked)
Pull up on my block, with the .9, like Ibaka
Let that b*tch rip, Blah Blooh Bloo Blocka! (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
When "I-LAND" get totaled if you starting drama
Get beat with 2 K's, Prod. by Pasta (Bah bah!)
That n*gga said he outrapping my roster (Huh?)
He lied on leg, now his ass need a doctor (Uh huh)
Acting hard, you get wet up
Now you floating, where your density? (Where it at though?)
We dropping all you squares
When arms get squeezed, just like the pedigree, Ugh! (Bah, bah!)