American Deli (feat. Coi Leray)

(Chavo's World, Chavo's World) (Ch-Ch-Ch-Chavo's World 2) I can see, baby, let's just see Baby, I said, yes, I see, baby, you know I said I see You know that's what I see, hee, 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, the weed 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 happenin'?" He slid in my DMs and then we linked up Then I 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 boot The pussy so wet it's like soup It's like ooh, it's like water (Water) Ice on my wrist, it's water, yeah (Water) Broke bitches not my aura (Nah) Turnt in this bitch, gon' pour it (Yeah) Couple thot bitches gon' throw it (Yeah) My bro said he need a couple racks I hit baby boy but just don't blow it (Ayy) He said this gon' hold him over (Over) I said baby boy, take over (Ah) (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, the weed 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 W, 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 precaution The Cullinan shaped like a yacht or a boat She got inside it and got carsick (Yeah) My young nigga won't think about wiping your nose He having more sticks than Guitar Center (Okay) He hit him and left him on side of the road And now his big bro is a pallbearer I walk through TSA with a whole bunch of gold That's a awful lot 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, the weed don't numb the pain no more (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)