Ape Shit ft. OD Hunt Lyrics

Uh huh

Yup

You know how I'm coming

You know how I'm rocking

Fuck nigga

(Yeah Yeah, Look)

You know I'ma keep it real

Til a nigga flatline

I won't ever do no deal

I'm a make it back fine

Hit the road spin the wheel

Like it's my fucking last time

Hit the road spin the wheel

Gotta stay 100 at all times

You ain't half of that

If you cross me once then you won't live to tell the aftermath

Brodie had just pulled up with the gas you know I'm ashing that

Shawty said she want me to kill the pussy so I'm stabbing that

Yeah, ha, I might just kill the hoe

Shawty said she feel it in her spine she feel it in her toes

Funny how a nigga get to ghosting plus he whip a Rolls

All these niggas broker than a bitch I never been a hoe

Have you ever really made a bag?

I ain't think so

Swear that they be hating on the shit

I get bank though

Every time I roll a blunt that bitch look like a egg roll

If I go to Mexico I need a million of them pesos

I need a million or I'm fucking crashing out

Oh he hype up in them lyrics?

Let's see what that rap about

Niggas think that they be demons

Til a nigga clap 'em down

Take a pussy nigga spirit run him over flat him out

Don't ever think this shit a game

I finish everything I start

Ever make me feel some type of way I'm sliding like a park

Don't ever come around asking questions I'ma think that you a narc

Pull up two fine bitches finna rip they ass apart, yeah

My diamonds shine she wanna fuck me in the dark

Shawty really give me brain she make me smart

A nigga made it through that pain now I'm on top

A nigga made it through that rain I left 'em shocked

I'm the Man that got a Band

Said she wanna get on top of me

I don't ever trip over no bitch that ain't my property

I'm just tryna get rich buy the block up like Monopoly

I ain't tripping over no price if I like it then I'm copping it

If you knew better you would do better

Finna take a house and fill it with some hoes like Hugh Heffner

I don't got no pick I'll bring that smoke to whoever

I got a mixed one yeah she black and white I call her Cruella

I kill the rats and then I go and stack that cheddar

Young nigga flyer than a bitch like he got feathers

And you can die up in this bitch what's on your mental?

Bullets flying pop a nigga like a pimple

Hunnid racks up in a safe bitch

I wish a nigga try to take shit

Leave a fuck nigga faceless

This that skunk this that ape shit