Apollo Creed

(Getta Beats) ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz So much bottled up Time to fuck the throttle up If he won't throw a shot at the opps He can't rock with us Where yo baby mama at? I'm Tryna get it swallowed up Creed X Turtle Pie make the bitches follow us Till I had a blue check Bitches wouldn't follow me I'ma die punching through this Bitch like Apollo Creed Bitches I stick my dick in, boy They out yo league Keeping up with me? That's like Jumping without yo knees better yet That's like walking without yo feet You laying on a futon I'm somewhere walking on the beach I'ma need 1K, I'm not talking for the free He was talking out his ass Now he's talking to my feet Don't shit last forever but the Money in my pocket hakeem Olajuwon, bitch I'm coming in with rockets If we don't stomp him, we gon' pop him If we stomp him, we gon' roll 223s make his funky-ass Pop, Lock & Drop It Bitches tryna take pictures You are not paparazzi If the gang not around me then The fucking choppa got me Thinking that he balling? Fuck around and Leave him stuck like Rodney Feel like Ricky Bobby, yes Her teeth is not a Maserati Sent my bitch in with a punch She like Ronda Rousey Flying 'round with that iron on me, bitch I'm Robert Downey If it's money on yo head then it's death It's not a bounty This a four of Wockhardt in my cup I'm sounding drowsy That's what yo ham-ass'll say after We K word you Beam on a super charge Glock, we'll Halo you How the fuck are you the Plug and you ain't mobile? This moon rock a motherfucker Got me up in space floating Everybody 'round me look foreign Feel like Mark Cuban No love like a robot, am I part human? She heard one lil' song Then she start choosing When you got the BIN that I got, yeah Yo car's boosting huh, and yo car fool Yo big-ass gang got one whip That's why yo car full Damn, choppa make 'em cartwheel Twenty-three off the blues Balling like a Tar Heel You look soft in that BAPE, boy My sharks kill i done been through some shit And ain't a part heal If the fucking Visa don't hit The Mastercard will All that motherfucking dick sucking I'm a star still If I catch you out talking shit I'ma whoop yo ass If Stan catch an opp with the blick He gon' cook his ass Just got in a parking lot brawl And I Suge'd his ass Just went Vin Diesel on 12 And I shook they ass Hut one, hut two, I just scored a touchdown They got the sad face, boy They mad as fuck I'm up now She used to be a spinner, that shit crazy She a slut now Big drip cause a hurricane if I jump 'round Come on, I got some shit to say The old me dead and gone I feel like Justin Timberlake I ain't a shrimp but I get shrimp When I get it with the steak I think I need a QP I like the lemon pepper taste I can fly a bitch wherever like whenever Off White, Balenciaga, look better together This Alexander, yes I'm just flexing the sweater If you really want smoke, okay I'm pressing whether Ayy