Apollo Creed

[Intro]
(Hokatiwi)
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Shut up, bitch
Palm Angels on me

[Verse]
Palm Angels on the t-shirt, but them demons 'round
Bag draggin' out of Saks, finna go knock Neimans down
Waitin' 'til I fall off, it's gon' be a while
How you say you plugged with that— but ain't seen a thou'?
Hundred shots in this bitch, leave him more than tipsy
Whether it's my bitch or my whip, keep a foreign with me
We ain't takin' jump shots, ganger score with blickies
Brodie got more juice than OJ, we ain't pourin' Simplys
Dog think he safe in that vest, bet I spill his noodles
Barkin' like a pit, but he in the field with poodles
Know some Haitians out in Lil Haiti get you killed with voodoo
(And that's no cap)
Ksubi Van Winkle jeans on full of blue pape'
You be out here tryna rescue hoes, I don't do capes
It's a jungle, everybody in my crew apes
Bro rich and still'll mask up like he Bruce Wayne
Apollo, the Creed got your bitch tryna go rounds
Mr. Leave a Bitch Sick, make a ho frown
They know I always be on ten, every toe down
They know I always been a hundred, hundred shows with the clique
And I got these bitches runnin', hundred hoes on my dick
Pull up, leave his crib haunted, hundred poles in the whip
Walkin' out of Hutch comin' somethin' cold than a bitch, no cap
Shop when I land type shit, I don't check luggage
Chops in the Lam' type shit when we head huntin'
Box, you get blammed type shit, we be lead dumpin', huh
Alright, alright, come on, huh
Play with the Militia, bet them dogs put some paws on you
Where the fuck was you? I couldn't call, couldn't fall on you
It's funny now, how I ball, I'm a dog on you
One of us say it's up with dog, then we all on you
Huh, he thought he was the plug, got his cord yanked
Unky built a tolerance, he only pour eights
I think he a rat, don't let me find that court case
She ain't suckin' dick, the bitch more worthless than a Bored Ape
Talkin' big money shit, but he got nada
Two straps on me now, I don't rock Pradas
They treat me like the boss, I'm the don dada
Your bitch thinkin' I'm her baby, but I'm not Sada
Wear the Glock every day, that's my dress code
Had to go and cop the Goose 'cause my neck cold
Bro'll walk him down, get him stepped on
Blew a dub on the cough syrup like I'm Desto
Lab chain pissy, new piece tricolor
Make it run, big chop sound like thunder
Oh, he did the buffs? Mine buffer
Where would niggas be without our wave? I wonder
Woke up countin' pape', fell asleep thumbin'
I'm a visionary, all this shit I seen comin'
Never had my hands out, I ain't need nothin'
They should throw us in the X Games how my team stuntin', huh
Dog Shit Miltia (ShittyBoyz shit, whole lotta gang shit, bitch)