LP Rambo - Apollo Crew lyrics

Boy don't you talk that shit
We gone follow you
And everything gone follow through
It's up like the Apollo crew
You'll be geting 1 out of 12
Like Bartholomew
They don't get the shit that I
Be spitting cause I scholar fools
Act a fool then I dish out body bags
Bloating up his body mass
When I buss this shit boy this
Shit gone take off body fat
We gone buss yo shit boy we
Do it out the Pontiac
We not the police won't get
Arrested 'less it's cardiac

When I was 13 I had some
Dreams they was dark dark park park
Hop right out the back of the whip and spark
Let it hit any nigga in my way I got no heart
Richest Slayer bet I aim this
Bitch right at a superstar
Dark mind I done thought of
Times when I did a
Nigga bad I can't get it out my mind
Wish it was never in my fuckin'
My mind like never fuckin' mind
You can't see me how you tussle
Blind? He gone fuckin' die
Let's go nigga LP always been me
If not me then nigga who? Yup, always been me
Let it rip send off 50, take off kidney
My bros taking shit like "Gimmie"
Then they give me
You can try we put you 6 feet
And i'm 6 feet
Well i'm really really 6'1 nigga see
These blicky ickies pick one
This a Glock with a switch on
And here's a big one
Nigga choose how he gon' get gone
Finish mission

Boy don't you talk that shit
We gone follow you
And everything gone follow through
It's up like the Apollo crew
You'll be geting 1 out of 12
Like Bartholomew
They don't get the shit that I
Be spitting cause I scholar fools
Act a fool then I dish out body bags
Bloating up his body mass
When I buss this shit boy this
Shit gone take off body fat
We gone buss yo shit boy we
Do it out the Pontiac
We not the police won't get
Arrested 'less it's cardiac

Second verse, do these niggas worse
I put niggas on a Haines shirt on a hanger
I just recorded a banger with my banger
I got souls in my chamber
They say that's anger
Uh huh huh huh huh, Splatt!
Nigga ain't on that
I done made gangsters run back
Never seen one nigga come back too
Much blood I was on that
Nigga dropped dead we ain't give a fuck we
Ain't need a reason niggas spun back
Nigga lunged at me I swung back
Got a whole store on the gun rack
Dishing out them toe tags I sell
Em and they go fast
Send them boys on yo' ass get
Smoked if you got no cash
Killed for being broke ass
How they know that?
Pulled up with my promag I
Leave him with the throwbacks

Boy don't you talk that shit
We gone follow you
And everything gone follow through
It's up like the Apollo crew
You'll be geting 1 out of 12
Like Bartholomew
They don't get the shit that I
Be spitting cause I scholar fools
Act a fool then I dish out body bags
Bloating up his body mass
When I buss this shit boy this
Shit gone take off body fat
We gone buss yo shit boy we
Do it out the Pontiac
We not the police won't get
Arrested 'less it's cardiac