Apollo Creed lyrics

[Intro]
(Getta Beats)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse]
So much bottled up, time to f*ck 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 b*tches follow us
Till I had a blue check, b*tches wouldn't follow me
I'ma die punching through this b*tch like Apollo Creed
b*tches I stick my di*k 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 sh*t last forever but the money in my pocket
Hakeem Olajuwon, b*tch, 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
b*tches tryna take pictures, you are not paparazzi
If the gang not around me then the f*cking choppa got me
Thinking that he balling? f*ck around and leave him stuck like Rodney
Feel like Ricky Bobby, SRT, this not a Maserati
Sent my b*tch in with a punch, she like Ronda Rousey
Flying 'round with that iron on me, b*tch, 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 f*ck are you the plug and you ain't mobile?
This moon rock a motherf*cker, 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 sh*t and ain't a part heal
If the f*cking Visa don't hit, the Mastercard will
All that motherf*cking di*k sucking, I'm a star still
If I catch you out talking sh*t, 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 f*ck I'm up now
She used to be a spinner, that sh*t crazy, she a sl*t now
Big drip cause a hurricane if I jump 'round
Come on, I got some sh*t 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 b*tch 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
[Outro]
Ayy