Apollo 40

[Intro: Rob Wellz and Box Visuals]
All secondary chambers now pressurized
20 seconds and counting
Astronauts reported, all fails go
15 seconds and counting
T-minus 13 seconds, got internals
10, 9, ignition sequence started
6, 5, 40, 40, 40, 40
Takeoff!
And we back
40
NOV4

[Verse 1: Rob Wellz]
My introduction, here's some bars you're not expectin'
This tape about to take a race through space, Mr. Jetson
40 Star and 456 is all I'm reppin' y'all
Every bar I spit got you addicted, like it's Fentynol
Shawty got some rolls but knows I like that sushi fresh
Shawty got that hold control when that coochie wet
My flow is infinite, like who the fuck passed you the mic?
My words are intricate, they might be killin' you tonight
Don't hold your breath waiting for me to change your hue tonight
Lyrical homocide is all I'm here to do tonight
Shut the fuck up, I ain't tryna be rude tonight
But prayers to hurricane victims fightin' for some food tonight
Tell the truth man, it's always been my motto
40 Star up in 40/40 poppin' pink Moscato
I need that 440 Gran Coupe, push the throttle
R.I.P Hugh Heff, pay respects to the grotto
They call me Kobe Heff, my numbers like the lotto
I don't care, .24 fit snug tucked with the hollows
40 got ounces, I ain't talkin' in a bottle
It was all written, I ain't talkin' in a novel (Woo)