Planet of the Apes
Uh
Got a lot to think about
Money on my mind got a lot to think about
Bitches on my line yea you know I dig em out
Savage yea I'm grime when I'm done I kick em out
The feds tried to build up all that evidence that I keep on my laptop
Yeah
Yeah you know I hit the back block
Yeah
I look like I hit the jackpot
Yeah
Mami sipping on baileys other mami on Alize
Niggas like me do pop Rose
I ain't talking who got all day
Got no work you aint go no say
Bunch of y'all never seen no yae
Touchdown yea I'm here to stay
Hail mary yea run that play
Dead end don't run that way
Momma said don't come back late
Fuck got to go plead my case
Already knew them streets ain't safe
Kill the noise draped out on the move chasing papes
Fell in love she a dub heartbreaks no eight oh eights
I advance with hella bands
Someone call a ambulance
It look like a slaughterhouse I just did my hammer dance
Chopping grams pot and pans hood look like Afghanistan
Flow to hard Im breaking dams
No you cannot shake my hand
Life a drug I overdose
Disappear that okie doke
Reappear like holy ghost
In the clear with all the smoke
Heavy in rotation hater get your weight up
Sliced my finger counting all this cash thats a pay cut
They trynna engage us
Put us up in cages
Man that shit'll change ya
Yea your life in danger
Hop in the lamb no car key
Ride like Sons Of Anarchy
Carved in stone no sharpie
You nervous I hear your heartbeat
In the wraith so I'm never running late
Give me face bitch I don't want a date
Stay away we don't see you if you fake
So much bape in my closet look like planet of the apes
In the wraith so I'm never running late
Give me face bitch I don't want a date
Stay away we don't see you if you fake
So much bape in my closet look like planet of the apes
Rag and bone the jeans so you know I spent like three bills
I got Moet the pink one so who need a refill
Rare edition hungry I could eat a kitchen
Your dog talk like Brian and my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
Made it far don't need assistance
Set the bar take lead with this one
Wind up missing for sneak dissing I keep pitching y'all keep listening
Uh
If I lost my job right now I'll go call my plug
You don't get no love from me haha you a scrub
Hey
Got that Hannah that Tony Montana
Hey
I don't post it on the gram so fuck a camera
Hey
Hater keep stressing while I keep flexing
Aston Martin with the red guts like a c section
In the wraith so Im never running late
Give me face bitch I don't want a date
Stay away we don't see you if you fake
So much bape in my closet look like planet of the apes
Got a lot to think about
Money on my mind got a lot to think about
Bitches on my line yea you know I dig em out
Savage yea I'm grime when I'm done I kick em out
The feds tried to build up all that evidence that I keep on my laptop
Yeah
Yeah you know I hit the back block
Yeah
I look like I hit the jackpot
Yeah
Mami sipping on baileys other mami on Alize
Niggas like me do pop Rose
I ain't talking who got all day
Got no work you aint go no say
Bunch of y'all never seen no yae
Touchdown yea I'm here to stay
Hail mary yea run that play
Dead end don't run that way
Momma said don't come back late
Fuck got to go plead my case
Already knew them streets ain't safe
Kill the noise draped out on the move chasing papes
Fell in love she a dub heartbreaks no eight oh eights
I advance with hella bands
Someone call a ambulance
It look like a slaughterhouse I just did my hammer dance
Chopping grams pot and pans hood look like Afghanistan
Flow to hard Im breaking dams
No you cannot shake my hand
Life a drug I overdose
Disappear that okie doke
Reappear like holy ghost
In the clear with all the smoke
Heavy in rotation hater get your weight up
Sliced my finger counting all this cash thats a pay cut
They trynna engage us
Put us up in cages
Man that shit'll change ya
Yea your life in danger
Hop in the lamb no car key
Ride like Sons Of Anarchy
Carved in stone no sharpie
You nervous I hear your heartbeat
In the wraith so I'm never running late
Give me face bitch I don't want a date
Stay away we don't see you if you fake
So much bape in my closet look like planet of the apes
In the wraith so I'm never running late
Give me face bitch I don't want a date
Stay away we don't see you if you fake
So much bape in my closet look like planet of the apes
Rag and bone the jeans so you know I spent like three bills
I got Moet the pink one so who need a refill
Rare edition hungry I could eat a kitchen
Your dog talk like Brian and my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
Made it far don't need assistance
Set the bar take lead with this one
Wind up missing for sneak dissing I keep pitching y'all keep listening
Uh
If I lost my job right now I'll go call my plug
You don't get no love from me haha you a scrub
Hey
Got that Hannah that Tony Montana
Hey
I don't post it on the gram so fuck a camera
Hey
Hater keep stressing while I keep flexing
Aston Martin with the red guts like a c section
In the wraith so Im never running late
Give me face bitch I don't want a date
Stay away we don't see you if you fake
So much bape in my closet look like planet of the apes
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Writer(s): Noel Reyes
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