Ape sh*t lyrics

[Verse: 1]
I go ham on this sh*t
I just walked in wit' them ban's, i'm the man in this b*tch
Need them racks on my command, i'm the man in this sh*t
If he come through flexing, i swear, boy, gon' hand him the clip
Yeah, was hand on my di*k
Yeah, them pints they make him flip
I'm gon' run off on yo' mans
Take his sh*t and we gon' dip
You ain't never going on no trip
Call up slime, no trip-trip
(Ha)
We gon' make it flip
We gon' make it flip (Ya')

[Verse: 2]
Off these perc's i'm geeked up
This b*tch still love me, ya'
Will not catch no feat, nah
But you can catch the heat
(Yeah)
Sit and drink three pints in a week
Go-Go outside with your brother, a weakling
n*gga try to fight back and he get his ass beat
He got that strap, he still get sleep
(Ya')
He fast on his feet, ya'
Lil' Chop gon' beat ya'
b*tch, i'm wit' lil' slime and he backdoor sh*t for free
(Ya')
b*tch, I throw back beans, i'm a fiend i get no sleep
(No)
And she like “what you mean” when i say “you not for me”
(Woah)
[Bridge]
Ha
Go-Go
Ha-Ha
Go

[Verse: 3]
I-I can't get caught lacking
In that two seat, pistol packing
I got two freak b*tches on me
Told-Told 'em, “let's stop all that chatting”
Big ass Glock, what the f*ck gon' happen?
pus*y ass fake turned n*ggas, what happened?
Hit up slimey, say "what's slatting?"
And my demons speaking latin
n*ggas broke they pockets fasting
Pull up on me n*gga see what's happening
Lil' n*gg-Lil' n*gga i'on do no bappin'
Hit a lick-Hit a lick from the P, straight taxing
Drive ho' 'round lil' n*gga you a taxi
b*tch hurt me and she get happy
Stu-Stupid ho' named Gabby, catch me cooling in yo' ally