H.A.M (Sandwich) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & Earl Sweatshirt]
b*tch ass n*ggas don't know me, new sandwich with bologna
I ain't really y'all n*ggas friends, none of y'all motherf*ckers is my homie (Yeah)
I bought a brand new treat (Yeah), y'all n*ggas don't know me (Yeah)
A-B-C, 1-2-3, AK-47 hit a n*gga in his teeth (Yeah!)
He can talk a lot of sh*t but don't really wanna be handling the motherf*cking business that he needs to (Oh)
I'ma hit a n*gga in his f*ckin' back when I see you (Ooh)
Fiji Water, Fiji Water, I'ma go and p*ss on my daughter
You don't believe me, I'm a mo—, hahaha

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Real n*gga on the track, b*tch (Ah)
Come through with the sandwich (Ah)
That's bread, lettuce (Huh?)
Cheese, mustard (Uh)
Bread, crumble

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis, Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Uh, you know the Buick got the suicide (Woo, what's up?)
Roll up in that Buick, n*gga, you gon' die (Uh)
You will never know who in f*cking side (Yeah)
I come through, commit a f*ckin' suicide (Wrong)
I got nine knives, nine lives, nine bags of chips
Nine b*tches, we about to go on a field trip

[Interlude: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Ooh (Ooh)
Ayy, you're so excited for that field trip, admit
We 'bout to go on a field trip!
How stoked are you for that field trip? (Grandmama in her back)
[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt & Tyler, The Creator]
Sandwich, bread (Yeah)
Lettuce, cheese (Yeah)
Tomato, mustard
Bread, crumble
Sandwich, lettuce (Swag)
Cheese, tomato (Swag)
Ketchup, mustard (Swag)
Who you trying to f*ck with?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Not me, n*gga, 'cause I got the heat, n*gga
If you got a motherf*ckin' problem, n*gga, I will motherf*ckin' lay the f*ckin' sh*t down like lyrics on a beat, n*gga
Get your ass beat, n*gga
Talk sh*t to me? I don't like that
I'll put a f*ckin' bundle of bananas in my f*ckin' ass

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
Real n*gga, what's up? (What? That's funny)
(Domo just looked at me like—) Lettuce, cheese
Tomato, mustard
Bread, crumble
I look like J. Cole, I look like J. Cole (No, you don't)

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
My new, my new, my new b*tch got a new line up
Rolex with the time up
Don't believe I'm the best, n*gga?
Play back, rewind up (Ooh)
I give no f*cks
Do I give f*cks?
(Ayo, Clancy)
I give no f*cks
[Bridge: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
These n*ggas got a problem on their hands
It might be me, it might be me
(Sing, oh, just wait, y'all) This where Kelly Price come in (Hmm, ayy, hmm)
Shoutout to Kelly Price
With that n*gga, for real (Went out to the studio to do this part of the song back in the day)
If you wanna be the one for me
You're gonna have to show me your motherf*cking back handlin' skills
Bro, that's on me, for realla
Real n*gga in the spot, I might come through with a Glock and kill you
We gon' sing 'til the night over
What you looking at, boy?
Run it (Ready?)
(Shush, sandwich)

[Verse 5: Tyler, The Creator]
Call me wavy the way that I'm cappin' ya
All black guns like I'm going to war with Africa
n*gga got a problem, I'll be—
Wolf Gang, Golf Wang, Trash Wang

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
Lettuce, cheese, mustard (Uh, hmm)
Tomato, lettuce (Hmm)
Bread (n*gga), crumble (Tasty)
Sandwich, lettuce (Hmm)
Bread, cheese (Ah)
Mustard, crumble (Hmm)
We who you trying to f*ck with
[Verse 6: Tyler, The Creator]
pus*y n*gga think he trying to talk sh*t to me on Facebook and Twitter?
Call me Mark Maguire, I'ma hit her

[Outro: Earl Sweatshirt, Tyler, The Creator & Domo Genesis]
Sandwich, lettuce, cheese (Ah)
Mustard, tomato (Where yo' sandwich at?, hmm)
Tomato (Tasty), bread (Scrumptious)
I like bread (Delectable)
b*tches know I'm the bomb (I like turkey, hmm)
I mustard (Lettuce, hmm)
You can call me dijon