Paroles Ape sh*t par G Herbo

Uh (What's happenin' Chi Chi?), yeah
Yo, you got it, um, f**k that sh*t crazy, yeah

Uh, I know some killers who got means, but still get active (Yeah)
I know some b*t*hes suckin' d**k, but ain't get paid for it (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as cappin' on my name, but I ain't havin' it (On God)
I know some killers turned rats, you know, that pu**y sh*t
I know some n***as turned they back on me, that sucker sh*t
I know a n***a popped his own brother, crazy sh*t (On God)
I know some b*t*hes lyin' on my name, clout sh*t
And we go dumb with them sticks, call that apesh*t

See, I got killers on my block, protect it, real scrap (Yeah)
She didn't respect me so I paid to get that b*t*h slapped (Slap)
I'm goin' solo, b*t*h, I'm 'bout my dolo (Uh-huh)
Pockets filled with guala (Yeah), I'm an angel like a halo (Yeah)
Ayy, Unfoonk, you been goin' dumb, please slow it down (Huh?)
Why the f**k would I do that? I want my money now (Ah-ah)
My money get equation, and it ain't do no hesitation
Got the Lamb' smoked out, we gon' need some ventilation
I used to have a dream, I became a millionaire
Turned my dream to reality, I ain't come to play fair (Uh-huh)
Have you ever seen a hundred-thousand in all hundreds?
Count at least a hundred times then I called up my mama, (Unfoonk), uh
Uh, I know some killers who got means, but still get active (Yeah)
I know some b*t*hes suckin' d**k, but ain't get paid for it (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as cappin' on my name, but I ain't havin' it (On God)
I know some killers turned rats, you know, that pu**y sh*t
I know some n***as turned they back on me, that sucker sh*t
I know a n***a popped his own brother, crazy sh*t (On God)
I know some b*t*hes lyin' on my name, clout sh*t
And we go dumb with them sticks, call that apesh*t

Ayy, I can't leave far without that gat 'cause I'm from the 'Raq (Chiraq)
I took my block from off my feet, put it on my back (No business)
You think my n***as go to school, we got hella MACs (You know that)
A bunch of killers that I'm bool with, they yellin' "Slatt" (Slatt)
Say Herb' got rich and left his hood, ain't give none back (Psych)
To get your clique whacked, couple hundred racks (That's right)
The feds playin' every track, tryna send me back (Send me back)
Before I got rich off of rap, we hit heavy crack
I know some n***as from the trap, they still in that trap
I know a n***a play with straps and he still a rat
I know some n***as beefin', I ain't in that bap
Got bodyguards for a reason, but I'll still clap (Splatt)

Uh, I know some killers who got means, but still get active (Yeah)
I know some b*t*hes suckin' d**k, but ain't get paid for it (Yeah, yeah)
These n***as cappin' on my name, but I ain't havin' it (On God)
I know some killers turned rats, you know, that pu**y sh*t
I know some n***as turned they back on me, that sucker sh*t
I know a n***a popped his own brother, crazy sh*t (On God)
I know some b*t*hes lyin' on my name, clout sh*t
And we go dumb with them sticks, call that apesh*t