APEX Flow
I know I'm sexy but I don't wanna hear myself right now
Yeah haha
Jelly bean
Jelly bean
Aye
Aye I'm back
I'm back baby
Ima ball till I fall in this bitch Like tear drops
Banana clip on that drac nigga I can't fear opps
Move bitch get out the way and I bet I'll clear tops
And it's mutha fuck Jordan bitch I'm rockin Reebok's
Ooh somebody cop a fan cause he hot
And these niggas pump faking we just call em peacocks
And these niggas throwing white flags we not
And these niggas throwing white flags we not
Ugh yeah fuck around and put ya blood on it
Woo fuck around and put my bloods on it
Feeling like wheezy f show me my opponent
Freaky bitch and she gone doing it just how I want it
In the back gettin freaky with a dancer
Call that choppa July cause it's bawlin like a cancer
I hold my man down you just hold ya man up
I be in that phantom feeling like Danny phantom
Know a freaky bitch that's gone suck it till the cash gone
Damn near hit the hoe she got to close to my asshole
Ya bitch chose me nigga what the fuck you mad for
Choppa sing like rod wave we gone leave that shit on that note
See the niggas in my city I don't feel that often
I be tryna spit that shit that you don't hear that often
I be with some killers that'll fill that coffin
Ima stay fresh as hell if the feds watchin
Choppa came with a kick gotta lean with it
I can't eat a white bitch till I season it
Feeling like I'm weezy f 500 degrees in it
Yeah I'm aiming for your scalp but I ain't greasin it
Yeah haha
Jelly bean
Jelly bean
Aye
Aye I'm back
I'm back baby
Ima ball till I fall in this bitch Like tear drops
Banana clip on that drac nigga I can't fear opps
Move bitch get out the way and I bet I'll clear tops
And it's mutha fuck Jordan bitch I'm rockin Reebok's
Ooh somebody cop a fan cause he hot
And these niggas pump faking we just call em peacocks
And these niggas throwing white flags we not
And these niggas throwing white flags we not
Ugh yeah fuck around and put ya blood on it
Woo fuck around and put my bloods on it
Feeling like wheezy f show me my opponent
Freaky bitch and she gone doing it just how I want it
In the back gettin freaky with a dancer
Call that choppa July cause it's bawlin like a cancer
I hold my man down you just hold ya man up
I be in that phantom feeling like Danny phantom
Know a freaky bitch that's gone suck it till the cash gone
Damn near hit the hoe she got to close to my asshole
Ya bitch chose me nigga what the fuck you mad for
Choppa sing like rod wave we gone leave that shit on that note
See the niggas in my city I don't feel that often
I be tryna spit that shit that you don't hear that often
I be with some killers that'll fill that coffin
Ima stay fresh as hell if the feds watchin
Choppa came with a kick gotta lean with it
I can't eat a white bitch till I season it
Feeling like I'm weezy f 500 degrees in it
Yeah I'm aiming for your scalp but I ain't greasin it
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Writer(s): Ceolie Mckellar
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