American Deli (feat. Coi Leray)

I can see, baby, yes, I see

Baby, I said, yes I said

Baby, you know I said I see

You know that's what I see

Yeah

I told CC I land at LAX at 8 and she gon' swing through in the Bentley

I'ma pull up in the coupe

Run down on these **** and air this bitch out till 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 'em I'll zip you

Yeah, I ain't the same no more

The weed don't numb the pain no more

Couple **** switched it up

Bet they won't come around, bitch, you ain't gang no more

I bet these bitches won't catch me lackin'

Tell your **** I said, "What's happening?"

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 booth

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 thot bitches gon' throw it

My bro said he need a couple racks

So I hit baby boy but just don't blow it

He said this gon' hold him over

I said, "Baby boy, take over"

I told CC I land at LAX at 8 and she gon' swing through in the Bentley

I'ma pull up in the coupe

Run down on these **** and air this bitch out till 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 'em 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 precuation

The Cullinan shaped like a yacht or a boat

She got inside it and got carsick

My young **** won't think about wipin' your nose

He havin' more sticks than Guitar Center

He hit him and left him on side of the road

And that was big bro as a pallbearer

I walk through TSA with a whole bunch of gold

That's how I'm 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 **** and air this bitch out till 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 'em I'll zip you

Yeah, I ain't the same no more

The weed don't numb the pain no more