Apt Anthem

APT thats All Paper Talking Bitch
20's 50's 100's
We not fucking with no counterfeits
Paper paper we hungry
My niggas want it all
Thankful for the big homies teaching me how to ball
And my momma know a nigga aint living right
But know a nigga love you nothing above you and im living life
Product of struggle while getting it off the muscle
Stay dedicated to hustle and watching my niggas bubble
Mob shit ALL PAPER the mob bitch
A-P-T E-N-T we repping the squad bitch
Its official, my niggas is winning don't need a whistle
Keep a pistol them bullets heat seeking just like a missile
Keep it simple so even you sucka niggas can get it
If it aint PAPER TALK my niggas aint fucking with it
Rage City fucking with us and we can't be stopped
A-P-T E-N-T as we gone stay on top

Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,
No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock
Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,
No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock

UHH 100 a 20 day run 10 times the money coming
Niggas no sleep (No Sleep)

Im rolling like a motherrfucka on E
Been rolling like a motherfucka bout a week
Im eating so much a nigga can't sleep
You got me messed up tryna play me (APT)
A monster with the heat I mix yo face with that heat
From yo face to yo feet (yea yea yea)
Hustle all day won't stop by a long shot
And its all us get yo own block (APT)
Think I need ice packs got big knots (Whoa)
125k for the wrist watch (ice)
Rubber bands like a braid hair (Whoa)
Its gone be extra if I take it there (Ill take it there)

The top peeling I don't need it there (Need it)
APT the realist nigga anywhere

Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,

No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock

Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,
No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock

Fresh out the box, like a pair new Jays
The type of nigga to hustle least 2 or 3 ways (uh-huh)
Fall off, I don't see it with four eyes

I get a bag ain't no Peter pay Paul (FUCK THAT)

I break jaws if I don't get it all (uh-huh)
I stack change ain't no friends in this game
Money money all I talk this a APT thing
(ALL PAPER TALK BITCH)
So its money in my mix
If it aint about the bag I aint fucking with the bitch

Touchdown in LA just to make a quick play
Then I'm back to my bag like I do everyday
(I NEED MY BAG)
Fuck falling off, cuz I'm prepared for the holocaust

Real boss take a loss cop that and get it off
Jack of all trades and a master at this mac'n
Im really with the shit while you fuck niggas actin (whats happening)

Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,
No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock

Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,
No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock

APT swear to God on mommas
Dre Van Halen (Dre Vee)
The block monster

Smokin ganja like a rasta man a party like a rocka
Its the mob Im a motherfuckin mobster

What up bruh (what up)
Im fuckin around

When I caught'em slipped out of bounds (Man down)
Better stand down its the motherfuckin mob
No Chedda Bob bet I make'em lean and rock
Block boy California hot boy
Riding in that Lexo tryna cop a Rose Royce
The peoples choice
10 stacks to choose up
Gettin money fuck niggas need a tuneup
Turnt up money and murder
Rebel for the pebbles
Pull a Nat Turner
Burner on my waistline bitch give me face time
Lived a life a crime money on my mind

Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,
No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock
Yeah, APT, APT ENT want to fuck with me 10 stacks is the choosing fee
APT, swear to God we the mob,
No cheddar bob bet I make'em lean and rock



Credits
Writer(s): Dre Vee, Mac Gudda, Red Tex
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