CUBE UP!
[Verse 1: 954mari & Ham Sandwich]
Feel like the Grinch, got a small heart (Well, wouldn't you know, a ham sandwich!)
Run up on me, you get hit with a false start
You can get boxed in your chest like the AllSpark
Swing like a bat and knock you out the ballpark
You can get scanned with them lasers like payments at Walmart
That's how we running your bread
You can get pressed and folded like cards by Hallmark
Knocking the wind out your breath
I kick it with shawty like FIFA
That shawty is freaky, I'm feeding her Meat Lover's Pizza
That bitch a Pisces, I'm a Libra
And I do not know what that means, but she still let me grease her
I fucked and I don't got to prove it
I'm really from Broward with shooters
We put them red dots on your head like a Buddhist
We staying masked up like the House of Anubis, my niggas is ruthless (Aye, yuh)
[Verse 2: Ham Sandwich]
Hard-body niggas, you niggas can't move us
That nigga faking, but he cannot fool us
That nigga ratting, he moving like Judas
Running up on him, we tell him to "Cube up"
Nose on the chopper, it's sneezing out mucus
Kids in her throat, my dick The Magic School Bus
Give her that snake, so she thought I was Lucas
Stay in the pocket, I'm feeling like Rufus
Huh, take out his block like an enderman
Niggas turn bitch when they see me like genderbend
None of them niggas were ever worth mentioning
Real niggas know me, and them niggas blending in
Keep me a .40, I'm stuck in my ways
You gon' duck if I spray, you in luck if I miss
'Cause I hit like a truck, he get stuck in a fantasy
Y'all niggas trash and you suck, ugh
[Verse 3: Drip$tick]
[?] rappers, they living like trash
And they hop on a mic, and they don't even say nun
If he mess with the team, then we spray some
This ain't from Earth, I be aiming a Ray Gun
If you keep talking that shit, then don't play dumb
Shoot at his brain, he don't know where he came from
Caught him riding a wave, and we sank him
He said that he went for a dive like [?]
This ain't a game, I don't play with these lames
I'ma start up the screen, and I tell 'em to "Cube up"
[?], they be laughing all day
In the same room, same time, still get it screwed up
I'm always doing my part
And I'm seeing these rappers, they still doing too much
Get the bag every day like a new lunch
If I'ma make it, I'm bringing my crew up