APS MUSIC

Trap

Pack the rizzy full of zest 
Shay u-one pull got me banging my chest(yesssir) 
You call these niggas my competition I don’t ship em I call them the rest (yessir)
There’s some people saying I’m coming next with the songs that ain’t even my  best(yessir)
I be writing up lyric in church and that’s why they be sounding so blessed(yessir)

I give em heat they could chill on 
Fuck around and niggas freeze up like Ice that I put on 
Sequels get hotter,I’m only gettin harder its only bout time that I get what i belong 

Momma and pops don’t know none bout me rappin but I’m finna make them the proudest 
Them bros got racks but she coming with me cuz you know that it’s all bout the wayndas


Yessir 
Yessir yessir 
Yessir yessir yessir yessir 
Yessir 
Yessir yessir 
Yessir yessir yessir 
Yessir yessir yessir yessir

YESSIR(PROD. SOGEE)

B@M[prod. $o.Gee_]

“Ap ,Yessir,okay ,Bet

How the fuck the still calling my name when I ain’t drop at all 
The shit you niggas drop like every week ain’t even drop a jaw
It’s not about the clout my dawg I swear that shit will knock you off 
You know I throw a middle finger up to any copper car 

I’m killing any nigga if my weapon is my words 
Ain’t even gotta try 
I guess it’s just the perks of bein a nerd 
Niggas wanna be gang when they be acting like some birds 
Nigga fly away 
My niggas is some Shepard’s not a herd 

Durban be the city of weird looks and cold shoulders 
Till they know your pockets thick like Mbali 
Then the Mablis wanna act like when you sad they’ll come and be your shoulder 
But they just wanna be in Zimbali 

These mammies wanna bend your pockets ‘fore you bend her over 
And I know niggas bending over just to get her over 
They say “you lucky moutherfucker” if you fucking free
Don’t call it luck though motherfucker call it pussy clover 

I’m taking over ,I’ll say I told yah 
The boi a loner but the stage he rock it like a stoner 
The mic be taking all this heat ,it’s going super nova 
She curved the boi and I ain’t stressin,it was nice to know yah

You can tell it isn’t high grade if it burn easy
I be raw in every way these boys just old rizzy 
Don’t take notice to the cap I be like “oh really”
You got a problem with your senses if you don’t feel me 

Best believe the boi is finna blow I spit dynamite 
They say that they want the boi to drop and I think I might 
Nah the boi ain’t ever gonna work I’m the owner type 
Even with my shades on I see shade in between the hype 


Imma take this bar to show my niggas the proper way 
Don’t ever gotta rape a mammie dawg you can masterbate 
Don’t pass me the cancer but I’m happy to smoke the jay 
SLATT,Slime shit ,let the pythons and serpents play 

Hit a soloro and then right after hit the stage 
I do this for the lyrics but the kids just want to rage 
My earlobe got the word you say before you say tropez 
I gotta put my momma in a mansion with some stairs 

Which other two thousand and “   “ be working with currencies 
Without me in the scene the games a bunch of redundancies 
The never leave applause but they gon always try come for me 
I hate making a friend but once you slime then you stuck with me 

I’m out here steady flow bro how dare you gon fuck with me 
Them niggas think they know but they just see what we let them see 
I’m thinking private islands eating sushi and blowing trees 
You thinking how you gonna make your music as good as me 


Brewed up in the South but it got polished in the city 
That’s why you just be hating if you niggas never feel me 

These other rappers looking for gimmicks and cheat codes 
This is music boi you only need a beat and clean flows 
(NIGGA)”

B@M[prod. $o.Gee_]

TwoTone 🅰️🅿️