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' rob him

.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, SRT, this 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 weather

Ayy