Apollo Creed

Lyrics

[Intro] (Hokatiwi) Bitch, bitch, bitch Shut up, bitch Palm Angels on me [Verse] Palm Angels on the t-shirt, but them demons 'round Bag draggin' out of Saks, finna go knock Neimans down Waitin' 'til I fall off, it's gon' be a while How you say you plugged with that— but ain't seen a thou'? Hundred shots in this bitch, leave him more than tipsy Whether it's my bitch or my whip, keep a foreign with me We ain't takin' jump shots, ganger score with blickies Brodie got more juice than OJ, we ain't pourin' Simplys Dog think he safe in that vest, bet I spill his noodles Barkin' like a pit, but he in the field with poodles Know some Haitians out in Lil Haiti get you killed with voodoo (And that's no cap) Ksubi Van Winkle jeans on full of blue pape' You be out here tryna rescue hoes, I don't do capes It's a jungle, everybody in my crew apes Bro rich and still'll mask up like he Bruce Wayne Apollo, the Creed got your bitch tryna go rounds Mr. Leave a Bitch Sick, make a ho frown They know I always be on ten, every toe down They know I always been a hundred, hundred shows with the clique And I got these bitches runnin', hundred hoes on my dick Pull up, leave his crib haunted, hundred poles in the whip Walkin' out of Hutch comin' somethin' cold than a bitch, no cap Shop when I land type shit, I don't check luggage Chops in the Lam' type shit when we head huntin' Box, you get blammed type shit, we be lead dumpin', huh Alright, alright, come on, huh Play with the Militia, bet them dogs put some paws on you Where the fuck was you? I couldn't call, couldn't fall on you It's funny now, how I ball, I'm a dog on you One of us say it's up with dog, then we all on you Huh, he thought he was the plug, got his cord yanked Unky built a tolerance, he only pour eights I think he a rat, don't let me find that court case She ain't suckin' dick, the bitch more worthless than a Bored Ape Talkin' big money shit, but he got nada Two straps on me now, I don't rock Pradas They treat me like the boss, I'm the don dada Your bitch thinkin' I'm her baby, but I'm not Sada Wear the Glock every day, that's my dress code Had to go and cop the Goose 'cause my neck cold Bro'll walk him down, get him stepped on Blew a dub on the cough syrup like I'm Desto Lab chain pissy, new piece tricolor Make it run, big chop sound like thunder Oh, he did the buffs? Mine buffer Where would niggas be without our wave? I wonder Woke up countin' pape', fell asleep thumbin' I'm a visionary, all this shit I seen comin' Never had my hands out, I ain't need nothin' They should throw us in the X Games how my team stuntin', huh Dog Shit Miltia (ShittyBoyz shit, whole lotta gang shit, bitch)