BBN Bosko - Apollo 13

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

Written by:
Sahwn Hosseini

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