ICANTHOLDYOUTHISA lyrics

[Chorus 1]
Apesh*t
We goin’ apesh*t
We goin’ apesh*t (That’s the mindset where I’m from, n*gga)
We goin’ apesh*t (On my set, what you claim, where you from, n*gga?)

[Refrain]
Huh, I’m goin’ in (Goin’ in)
I’ll show you how to body two friends (Two friends)
Who this big boy ballin’? Boy, put your pants on (Put your pants on)
Boy so bad, he made a dance song

[Chorus 2]
Boy, I’m goin’ apesh*t
I’m goin’ apesh*t
I’m goin’ apesh*t
We goin’ apesh*t (Ooh, ayy, uh)

[Verse 1]
Hey, bustin’ with the rap, so I was drownin’ sh*t
Two tracks out the gate, it’s audio, I’m downin’ sh*t
Told you, “I’m not like you n*ggas” (Oh), oh, you prolly finished
I see a shark in the water, but you might dive in it
Barkin’, doin’ gang signs, I do this for the main line
I'm about to hit my relly and my ricky at the same time
I might puff-puff-puff
Oh sh*t, you don't know, man?
Tube top, make a new dancе, hit the Joey
Watch a n*gga slide likе a Visa, this is not debit
f*ck whoopin’ feet, take his foot off, here’s a prosthetic
And fast drop a clear white flash, sh*t that he kick [stone?]
Different type of wolf, I eat the body then lick the bone
Doggy mouth, oof, Top Dawg, uh, starlit mountains
Speakin’ of a star like you're in a spot to call me out
You’re not, n*gga, all rap how I got to the top, n*gga
Rubix Cube light, I’m a block spinner (Okay)
[Refrain]
Huh, I’m goin’ in (Goin’ in)
I’ll show you how to body two friends (Two friends)
Who this big boy ballin’? Boy, put your pants on (Put your pants on)
Boy so bad, he made a dance song

[Chorus]
Boy, I’m goin’ apesh*t
I’m goin’ apesh*t (Ooh, ayy)
I’m goin’ apesh*t
We goin’ apesh*t (Ooh, ayy, uh)

[Verse 2]
Once upon a time, boy, I ran the game, uh
Funk Flex vibe, XXL was king
Hated on my city, but we came with no remorse
Back when the mecca literally was The Source
No cap, n*ggas was heroes
West MC’s with bars thought we had zero
Speaking of The Source, the next bar is the free throw
We came back stronger than Benzino
I dog sh*t, did his exercise, I gotta walk sh*t
I hog spit, streets and a body, go get your chalk hit
I line him up, we get to pressin’, please pardon me
Slap, yes, I shape up fresher than Steve Harvey
Hey-hey (Hey-hey), this a slap (This a slap)
On God, and it ain't no cap
I went up on your boy, NY, time to keep it true
I sit a b*tch down with all that talkin’, killin’ from Gina View (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Apesh*t
We goin' apesh*t
We goin' apesh*t (That’s the mindset where I’m from, n*gga)
We goin' apesh*t (On my set, what you claim, where you from, n*gga?)