YBC Zyn - APESHIT (feat. HBK 03li)

I'm moving ten to the max
Nigga that's facts
Niggas running don't even got yap
Niggas be fast
How the fuck is he doing the dash like that
Niggas know that I do this, not only I rap
Freestyling my shit like a chatterbox
Kicking these niggas like my name was Kakarot
Bitching these niggas, like my name was Noah
He get back like a folder to show her
Carrying shordie like antibiotics
I stick that in her gut, shordie had her a virus
And she singing my name like she Miley Cirus
It's cause I'm going
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Apeshit, shit
Beat on my chest, let them that I'm ape
It's like fuck having friends, I just wanna be great
RIP Madden, I'm still making plays
I'm tryna find all different ways to get paid
My girl do it all, doing chores like a maid
Ain't no man gimme fear, we ain't running away
He run up on me, he catching a fade
If he mess with the family, put him the grave
They know how it is, HBK in the Bronx
And my homie got sticks we ain't talking lacrosse
If he try for my chain, running up he get stompt
If they tryna go book me, I'm needing a prompt
Run it up for my family, they need it alot
They be begging and screaming when I'm finna drop
I'm chasing a sack like I be with the Watts
I run it up, cut em off like a loss
Bro finna blow with that strap, uh huh
Fuck it I'm blowing her back, uh huh
Whatever he better get back, uh huh
Balaclava as a mask, uh huh
She close the door, so I gotta grab trojans
Designer shoes, said she loving my clothing
Store manager kicked me out cause they closing
Alley oop, bro finna score like DeRozan, uh
Bro finna score like DeRozan
Bro finna score like DeRozan
Bro finna score like DeRozan
Bro finna score like DeRozan

Written by:
Eli HBK, Sterling May

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