Apocalypse

Yeah
Shooting Stars in this bitch
My boy Cris
Money all in my hands
Shoutout to my fans
Little homie got the
Drum
I ain't talkin marching band
Groupie girl got scholarship
Hit it once don't call the bitch
In the stu no stallin shit
Killing beats no apocalypse
Money all in my hands
Shoutout to my fans
Little homie got the
Drum
I ain't talkin marching band
Groupie girl got scholarship
Hit it once don't call the bitch
In the stu no stallin shit
Killing beats no apocalypse
(Cris)
I got money all my pants
This choppa gonna make
You dance
These niggas ready for
The war
But they ain't ready for this
Murda man
Double cup of that lean
Rest In Peace Pimp C
Pop another Xo
To take all my pain away
Now I'm about to run in
Your house
Put that gun in your mouth
Niggas mad cause i took his
Bitch
Now she on my dick
Cause she wants me to hit
But I ain't even gonna hit it
Tho
Straight G shit
I'm on my pimpin ho
Call it the apocalypse
Money all in my hands
Shoutout to my fans
Little homie got the
Drum
I ain't talkin marching band
Groupie girl got scholarship
Hit it once don't call the bitch
In the stu no stallin shit
Killing beats no apocalypse
Money all in my hands
Shoutout to my fans
Little homie got the
Drum
I ain't talkin marching band
Groupie girl got scholarship
Hit it once don't call the bitch
In the stu no stallin shit
Killing beats no apocalypse
Money all in my hands
Shoutout to my fans
Little homie got the
Drum
I ain't talkin marching band
Groupie girl got scholarship
Hit it once don't call the bitch
In the stu no stallin shit
Killing beats no apocalypse



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Writer(s): Christopher L Wise
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