McCandles - Sandwich

I done peeped you and your friend
Let me be the meat in the sandwich
I can tell you eat the bread
By the way that ass sit
Enemies can get the lead
Imma pull off with the mag empty
Enemies can get the lead
Imma smash out with the tag missin'
I done peeped you and your friend
Let me be the meat in the sandwich
I can tell you eat the bread
By the way that ass sit
Enemies can get the lead
Imma pull off with the mag empty
Enemies can get the lead
Imma smash out with the tag missin'
Crossin' me is just bad business, in your bad interests
When the cash triple, don't be sad pimpin
With some bad women, with some ass dimples
And a sack filled up, and my gas filled up And your trash filled up, what a sad build up
Let dad pick up some the slack
Run it back
She got thunder cat, my tongue in that
It's runnin laps, got her screamin' checkered flag
And I'm like, What is that?
If the Engine started, imma run it outta gas
Then sometimes I fill back up
If you bout it, I could fuck the track up
Bout your friend, if I can bring it back up
If I just had to pick, that bitch there'd be the back up
I done peeped you and your friend
Let me be the meat in the sandwich
I can tell you eat the bread
By the way that ass sit
Enemies can get the lead
Imma pull off with the mag empty
Enemies can get the lead
Imma smash out with the tag missin'
I done peeped you and your friend
Let me be the meat in the sandwich
I can tell you eat the bread
By the way that ass sit
Enemies can get the lead
Imma pull off with the mag empty
Enemies can get the lead
Imma smash out with the tag missin'

Written by:
Jacob Bass

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