American Deli

I can see, baby, I see
Baby, I said, I said, baby, you know I said I see
You know that’s what I see
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, check, yeah
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley
I’ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these niggas and air this bitch out 'til
it’s empty
Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt
American deli, let’s get us a ten-piece
Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, 45 on my waist, fuck a case if I sell him, I’ll zip you
Yeah, I ain’t the same no more
We don’t numb the pain no more
Couple niggas switched it up
Bet they won’t come around, bitch, you ain’t gang no more
I bet these bitches won’t catch me lacking
Tell your nigga I said what’s happening
He slid in my DMs and then we linked up, don’t act like I ain’t know what
happened
Baby, I know I’m too much for you
Baby, don’t get too comfortable
Step in this bitch I might pop the
The pussy so wet it’s like soup
It’s like ooh, it’s like water
Ice on my wrist, it’s water
Broke bitches not my aura
Turnt in this bitch, gon' pour it
Couple thou', bitches gon' throw it
My bro said he need a couple racks, I hit baby boy but just don’t blow it
He said this gon' hold him over
I said baby boy, take over
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley
I’ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these niggas and air this bitch out 'til
it’s empty
Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt
American deli, let’s get us a ten-piece
Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, 45 on my waist, fuck a case if I sell him, I’ll zip you
Yeah, I ain’t the same no more
We don’t numb the pain no more
Yeah, Biscotti too hotty, we smoke in the lobby
They kick us out, we get it poppin'
I’m up at the they found out which I’m room I’m in, they gon' be suckin' and
swallowin'
I’m fully-equipped when I’m up in the mall
Don’t end up get shot when I’m shoppin'
The glizzy is with me when I’m in your city, I keep it on me for precuation
The Cullinan shaped like a yacht or a boat, she got inside it and got carsick
My young nigga won’t think about wiping your nose, he having more sticks than
guitar center
He hit him and left him on side of the road, and that was big bro, pole bearer
I walk through with a whole bunch of gold, that’s how I’m full out of cough
syrup
I told CC I land at LAX at eight and she gon' swing through in the Bentley
I’ma pull up in the coupe, run down on these niggas and air this bitch out 'til
it’s empty
Half a Roxy and some Wockhardt
American deli, let’s get us a ten-piece
Murder bravado, 24 on the waist but I bet these bitches gon' hold a whole fifty
Murder for hire, 45 on my waist, fuck a case if I sell him, I’ll zip you
Yeah, I ain’t the same no more
We don’t numb the pain no more