1000 GRAMS OF SALAMI (feat. Bruhmanegod & Lil Darkie)

What do I do?

Get to recordin'

(GORT) I'm in the deli with a fistful of salami

She's on me, she said she want me

Brodie talkin' stupid, best believe I'm pullin' out the Tommy

Hammer and sickle, I'm like a commie

Stomp him in the dome with pastrami

Stomp his friends too, just to catch me a couple bodies

Damn, his shawty say she want me

Catch me at the deli with a thousand grams salami

Got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit

The pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit

I toast your body in the oven with Italian herbs

I'm in the deli makin' sandwiches, man, fuck what you heard

You got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit

The pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit

I toast your body in the oven with Italian herbs

I'm smokin' packs in my Deruelle, man, fuck, what's the word?

(GORT, GORT, GORT)

One billion grams of salami

I stuff your face with hams and pastrami

Some fat in your body, I got the bread pockets

You thinkin' I passed the Courvoisier

But, wait, I'm so mad that I'm sick of the absence of chicken up on this sandwich I'm stickin' in my gluttonous porthole

My fork's full, ennormous pole

You can't afford a bowl of affordable horn bulls slashed into a stir fry

Sendin' this shit back if you don't get it right the first time

I'm in the deli with my dick in my hand

And the salami the same size as the shit in my pants

Big bands, get to marchin', don't be startin' with me

I got that tuna on the loaded sub, startin' to reek all week

I haven't had a decent sandwich, brandishing weapons

Put banana peppers on that shit or I might have to flip

Like I'm a patty on the grill, and you a spatula

Actually, I'm a spider gargantuan tarantula

You got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit

The pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit

I toast your body in the oven with Italian herbs

I'm in the deli makin' sandwiches, man, fuck what you heard

You got the bread, the oil, the salt and spit

The pesto and salami, fresh basil, it hit

I toast your body in the oven with Italian herbs

I'm smokin' packs in my (Yeah) Deruelle, man (Yeah), fuck, what's (Yeah) the word?

(Yeah, it's GORT)