"The Apocalypse" lyrics
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
2-1, nigga, it's that 2-1, nigga, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
I ain't fuckin' with no opp niggas
My brother fuckin' with the mini, I can't rock with him
Don't hit my phone about this either 'cause I pop niggas
Banging gang but he don't politic? He is not with us
Up it on the biggest nigga movin', I'm a Glock lifter
A shot sender and I'm spankin' any Mob member
And Dada just poured up some Wock', this is not liquor
Ayy, brother, get up on that ho and I'ma knock sister
Fuck the Mob, I told y'all keep my name up out y'all cock lickers
Think y'all gon' do me like I'm J? I am not Mister (Ayy, look)
It's poles in this load, drive the right way
You only slid down Pock, you ain't even come the right way
Don't make me come and purchase town homes, bitch, we 5K
Yeah, ayy, and we drop the Fly
You wanna bang gang? Go participate in a homicide
Drop skeezy, murders on my conscience left me traumatized
Found out I was a killer, should've seen the look in Mama's eyes
Ayy, but I'm a trained stepper
Swap the 17 for G30 'cause she way wetter
Keep your bitch on top of all these hoes and she gon' pay better
My ho caught me fuckin' on a square, I think I fucked up
My fat bitch pay better than my dime, she gettin' bumped up
A BBL back there, she got a butt-butt
Ooh-wee, I feel like Young Slo-Be
Just caught a-ah-at the store without his gun on him
Don't matter if them boys ain't near, they gon' come for me
If you could put the bag in hand I got a butt for you
Free Maxx, when you come home I got a slut for you
Ain't real 'ism, lil' nigga ain't even touch Oregon
Bought a crate but finna have the bitch pick it up
Ain't got a body? You ain't gang until you get you one
Been in and out for four years, I'm tryna live it up
And I'm gon' get a girlfriend before I kick the cup
Look, bitch, Dada, pick me up, I got some hoes on line
Mell shootin', Leebo shootin', plus I'm blowin' mine
The Blacc'll make you see yo' deadly if you smoke it right
Roll the Blacc, roll the- uh, yeah, we smokin' Flys, ayy
Mind you, I just left the P and I ain't see a thing
Went in a hood bitch raw, she pulled a Billie Jean
Ayy, thought I rolled a different sucka, but it still was Bleez' (But it still was Bleez')
Bleezy, ayy
Four nick, I stay prepared, it's the apocalypse
Pop the bitch, can't get a pass, that's how we politic
He dropped his clip on Calandria, think I spot the bitch
You hoppin' in or hoppin' out? You actin' like a bitch
Popped a nigga then I blocked him 'cause he might tell
A nigga speak on Lil Sleaze, we doin' five drills
Don't throw the-shh-down, you never got a Fly killed
Separate from the fake 'cause I'ma die real
2-1, J's
Ayy, ayy, ayy
2-1, nigga, it's that 2-1, nigga, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
I ain't fuckin' with no opp niggas
My brother fuckin' with the mini, I can't rock with him
Don't hit my phone about this either 'cause I pop niggas
Banging gang but he don't politic? He is not with us
Up it on the biggest nigga movin', I'm a Glock lifter
A shot sender and I'm spankin' any Mob member
And Dada just poured up some Wock', this is not liquor
Ayy, brother, get up on that ho and I'ma knock sister
Fuck the Mob, I told y'all keep my name up out y'all cock lickers
Think y'all gon' do me like I'm J? I am not Mister (Ayy, look)
It's poles in this load, drive the right way
You only slid down Pock, you ain't even come the right way
Don't make me come and purchase town homes, bitch, we 5K
Yeah, ayy, and we drop the Fly
You wanna bang gang? Go participate in a homicide
Drop skeezy, murders on my conscience left me traumatized
Found out I was a killer, should've seen the look in Mama's eyes
Ayy, but I'm a trained stepper
Swap the 17 for G30 'cause she way wetter
Keep your bitch on top of all these hoes and she gon' pay better
My ho caught me fuckin' on a square, I think I fucked up
My fat bitch pay better than my dime, she gettin' bumped up
A BBL back there, she got a butt-butt
Ooh-wee, I feel like Young Slo-Be
Just caught a-ah-at the store without his gun on him
Don't matter if them boys ain't near, they gon' come for me
If you could put the bag in hand I got a butt for you
Free Maxx, when you come home I got a slut for you
Ain't real 'ism, lil' nigga ain't even touch Oregon
Bought a crate but finna have the bitch pick it up
Ain't got a body? You ain't gang until you get you one
Been in and out for four years, I'm tryna live it up
And I'm gon' get a girlfriend before I kick the cup
Look, bitch, Dada, pick me up, I got some hoes on line
Mell shootin', Leebo shootin', plus I'm blowin' mine
The Blacc'll make you see yo' deadly if you smoke it right
Roll the Blacc, roll the- uh, yeah, we smokin' Flys, ayy
Mind you, I just left the P and I ain't see a thing
Went in a hood bitch raw, she pulled a Billie Jean
Ayy, thought I rolled a different sucka, but it still was Bleez' (But it still was Bleez')
Bleezy, ayy
Four nick, I stay prepared, it's the apocalypse
Pop the bitch, can't get a pass, that's how we politic
He dropped his clip on Calandria, think I spot the bitch
You hoppin' in or hoppin' out? You actin' like a bitch
Popped a nigga then I blocked him 'cause he might tell
A nigga speak on Lil Sleaze, we doin' five drills
Don't throw the-shh-down, you never got a Fly killed
Separate from the fake 'cause I'ma die real
2-1, J's
