Applebee's Freestyle
(OkayKahn let's do it now)
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Hood Fav
Ayy, ayy (hey)
Who gon' miss 'em when them niggas hit you up (boom-boom)
Shootas spinnin' tryna get it back in blood
If you need me in ya city, need like fifty racks and up
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shooters in the cut (hey)
I got different types of Perkys, I got different types of mud (I got different types of drugs)
That bitch ask me for a Birkin, told her never hit me up
I'm a guard shootin' bullets, I won't never give it up
Why you think we 730? We ain't never give a fuck (30)
Tell you some of my niggas crippin' and, yeah, some of my niggas blood, ayy (30)
Toolie in the front seat, more up in the trunk
Uh, and I got them bad hoes, all up in her guts (hey)
'Cause I got that bag though, she do what I want
And I'm back with a masterpiece
Shawty all that ass up on your back, throw it back at me
Yeah, these niggas pussy, yeah they back havin' batteries
Run it up like athletes
And we been them niggas, ain't nobody ever laugh at me
Two bitches at cash, but I could still remember Applebee's
Shawty I'm the catch, you just a baddie and we havin' these
I could let you hold a little toolie 'cause we havin' these
Use to go finesse right after school, was feelin' raggedy
And we still sendin' out package
Let a boy go and act up, get him wrapped up, yeah pack it
Young nigga with the Moncler came from my big bro mattress
Let it off, put holes in a nigga Moncler or Mackage
Yeah, flame 'em up like matches
Who gon' miss 'em when them niggas hit you up (boom-boom)
Shootas spinnin' tryna get it back in blood
If you need me in ya city, need like fifty racks and up
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shooters in the cut (hey)
I got different types of Perkys, I got different types of mud (I got different types of drugs)
That bitch ask me for a Birkin, told her never hit me up (bitch don't hit me up)
I'm a guard shootin' bullets, I won't never give it up
Why you think we 730? We ain't never give a fuck (30)
Tell you some of my niggas crippin' and, yeah, some of my niggas blood, ayy (30)
Toolie in the front seat, more up in the trunk (boom)
Uh, and I got them bad hoes, all up in her guts (hey)
'Cause I got that bag though, she do what I want