That Boi Gon Mir Blackwell (Ft. 954mari & Ham Sandwich (USA))

[Verse 1: Mir Blackwell]
Yeah
I keep me the chopp like I'm Tachibana
And me and my Bros, we just copped the hammer
And I'm throwing some shots like I'm beefing with Mario
But like Diddy, my Glock's bananas
And shawty want rings like she sonic
But I keep that shit strictly platonic
See, the key to the beat, to have keys to the beat
If there's keys in the beat, then I'm on it
Three six to his face, like that boi in the Mafia
That boi will be Gon, like he chill with Kurapika
That boi will be gone, if he beefing with my nigga
That boi will be gone, in the LOOP there's no stopping us
Banana clip pointеd at his throat, he a Tropius
Ty Wild, he gave mе the bar just to rhyme with it
And LOOP at the top, so the shawties be topping it
I feel like a monster, I smoke on that Oddish bud
Hot box on the whip and I smoke 'till I'm out of bud
And my plug just sent me a pack, but it's not enough
Resetti, cause I'm on his block, and I'm poppin' up
That boi needs gas, tell that boi to come cop from us
And your bitch came to my crib, she not hot enough
She touching my body, she sealing my chakra
And she gonna give me big head, she a Sakura
This brick I'm like Mister Miyagi, I chop it up