Apollo 13 Lyrics

Smoking on daddy, pussy ass nigga she won't drop her addy

Dress like a treesh she think she a baddie

Nigga I'll shoot em wit hollow

If a nigga gon die a bitch gon follow; nigga I'm smoking apollo

Don't care if I'm high this bullet you swallow, nigga I'm sayin Mahalo

(Look)

Shooting ya throat; you sound like a Persian

The way you got shot; you might need surgeon

Spinning yo block; at night when we lurking

At night when we lurking

Take off you're bag you know that I'm licking it

Kissin her mouth but you know that my dick in it

Get a new nigga you know that I'm blickin him

Run around town wit a knife and im sticking em

Callin me jack cause you know that him rippin em

Hit em wit glocks

Hit em wit lazers

Shoot em wit knocks

Hit em wit tazers

Veteran now a veteran later

Run his ass over Florida gator, pop in his dome I'm makin a crater

You is a rook and you is a hater, shoot out his lugs Brady deflator

Tastin my meat? That's denny on denny

Drunk off my dick that's henny on Henny

If you want smoke I got semi on semi

Want me dead come get me come get me

What these niggas screamin? (Von!)

Federal nigga screamin (Shawn!)

Lettin niggas know when I drop that (Bomb!)

Throw em in the trash like a baby at prom

Who be cryin nigga thats yo mom

Nigga thats yo mom?

Shooting these niggas man i sound like Shawn

(Look)

2 In the head ima do this shit proper

Somebody call up the doctors

Lookin around like biggie who shot ya?

Pussy ass nigga I'll shoot up your roster

You dont want smoke? nigga I'll pop her

Look at my niggas we tote up with knockers

You will not die a nigga of honor, treesha lookin for dollars, lookin for funds

Henny on henny on henny

Takin the shot cause I'm ready

Used to be broke now I'm showing my fetty

Up in your dreams like I'm Freddy

They used to make fun of me nigga

Now they be mad that my bag is just bigger

Rappin like baby

Throwin the dots like im brady

No im not slim but im shady

VVN BBN Bosko, I'm takin over Soviet Moscow

Don't even diss you be lost though, sellin the bud like im Costco

Hold on a minute

I'm feelin real sick

Pull out the stick

Runnin like Michael

Runnin like Vick

I'm burning these niggas i flick it like bic

You smackin ya bitch for lickin my dick

Fuck whatchu want, fuck what you sayin

Fuck on you klikk, and fuck whatchu bangin

That nigga smother

How I speak Spanish Rossetti my brotha

Crack a whip just a southern I'm fuckin yo mother

I'm the big homie

I aint no fuck wit no phony, hop off; ridin my dick like a pony

Fuck is you talkin bout, I got the gat, I shoot the bullets out, i got the strap

How many bodies I got? Alot

What type of bitches I Fuck? A thot

False claimin crip now ya ass got caught

If you rollin in the hood then you might get shot

One on one

I am your father, and you are my son

You weight a ton, you better run with a gun

Thought i was done, dummy I came with a drum

You don't even want no beef; you thuggin on snapchat never on the street

You don't even want no beef; I smoke on ya pack man i smoke it like keef

You don't even want no beef; I smoke on ya pack man i smoke it like leaf

You don't even want no beef; I smoke on ya pack man i smoke it like chief

Henny on henny on henny

100k now I'm throwin confetti

They gave me a shot now I'm shootin beretti

If you want beef then go to a deli

Serving the heat i know you be jelly

You already know just leave me alone

Ice on my wrist Sierraleone

I'm fuckin your bitch and I'm making her moan

Aim at his dome

Making it split cause I'm shootin the chrome

You is my son and I'm sending you home

Don't wear gold I'm wearing your bones

You was a blood and now you a folk

People have spoke

You is a bitch and you is a joke

You was a 5 and now you a 6

While you were at home I was selling them bricks

You is a bitch

You wear a collar

If I catch you I'll send you to Allah

I'm gonna learn him a lesson, it aint a blessin

Gonna catch 8 from my FN these niggas be steppin

Up in the hood my niggas be preppin

Misunderstood ya niggas aint pressin

Hand em a weapon

If it don't matter I let him

If you in prison I'll write you a letter I'm fuckin your girl in my sweater

Walk in the couve you know that I'm better

Nothin to prove I dunk like a center

PTSD now I'm makin him mental

I aint a jew but run up my shekels

Shootin you dead all beefin is settled