American Deli

(album: Chavo's World 2 - 2021)

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 niggas 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 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 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 niggas 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 popping
I'm up at the W they found out which I'm room I'm in
They gon' be sucking and swallowing
I'm fully-equipped when I'm up in the mall
Don't end up get shot when I'm shopping
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 nigga won't think about wiping your nose
He having 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 niggas 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