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ape shit - yung hood lyrics

[intro]
(bandp—)
uh (uh, uh, uh)
(let the bandplay)

[chorus]
he a b*tch to me, catch an opp lackin’, that’s a victory
get a n*gga smoked like we smokin’ on hickory (hickory)
chopstick get to singin’ to a n*gga in a symphony
put that boy on the grill, give a f*ck ’bout no rap beef
old computer*ass gangsters, he just wanna at me
kidnap a rapper and hold him for a flat fee
taco bell*ass n*ggas, they ain’t even got no real beef
give a f*ck ’bout that diss and get turnt to a memory (uh)

[verse 1]
silverback gorilla, watch me go ape sh*t
money hungry, you’d think i ain’t ate sh*t
ballin’ too hard, they couldn’t find a replacement
jammin’ black in the spot with a little caucasian
in the water with apes, you would think i was bathin’
heard that boy was a pig, turn his ass into bacon
i’m with 600 ridin’ ’round with six hundred
somebody b*tch gettin’ hеad in a 600 (uh)
jump on a jet, i don’t fly on no charter
elevator in thе crib, then i jump in the water
all my n*ggas, they k!ll like we back in pearl harbor
we gon’ leave some sh*t wet like it’s hurricane harbor
fifty block and a cutie, that’s just how i started
thousand ‘bows in a high rise, it smell like i farted
give a f*ck about a b*tch, rather sleep with my carbon
on a tour with a bulldog like a played for georgia (uh)
[chorus]
he a b*tch to me, catch an opp lackin’, that’s a victory
get a n*gga smoked like we smokin’ on hickory (hickory)
chopstick get to singin’ to a n*gga in a symphony
put that boy on the grill, give a f*ck ’bout no rap beef
old computer*ass gangsters, he just wanna at me
kidnap a rapper and hold him for a flat fee
taco bell*ass n*ggas, they ain’t even got no real beef
give a f*ck ’bout that diss and get turnt to a memory (uh)

[verse 2]
heard that boy got a problem, i’ll solve the equation
goin’ ham in the spot in the deli with jason
thirty*three in that clip like that boy was a mason
if it’s beef, we gon’ eat, gon’ ‘head say amazing grace
i t.d. at the spot, bless this sh*t like i’m jake
in the jungle with gorilla, he not a ape
he just bump on a track, never busted a grape
old cap*ass rappers in this whip get no play
i’m outside like i’m mo3
name one n*gga that done ho’d me
before that happen, then a n*gga gotta smoke me
h double o d, got that drop, make ’em od
ball hog, droppin’ shots on an opp like kobe
he try to run, cut his foot off, we gon’ call that n*gga toby
in the paint, close range, droppin’ shots like ginóbili
n*ggas fake, they just perpetrate, send him to the heaven gates
ain’t makin’ beats, let him see how them bands play (uh)
[chorus]
he a b*tch to me, catch an opp lackin’, that’s a victory
get a n*gga smoked like we smokin’ on hickory (hickory)
chopstick get to singin’ to a n*gga in a symphony
put that boy on the grill, give a f*ck ’bout no rap beef
old computer*ass gangsters, he just wanna at me
kidnap a rapper and hold him for a flat fee
taco bell*ass n*ggas, they ain’t even got no real beef
give a f*ck ’bout that diss and get turnt to a memory (uh)

- yung hood lyrics

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