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Ape Shit by Hot Tunez Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

[Hook: Hot Tunez]
They be on that same same spit
Everybody that I fuck with they go ape shit
We gon dumb be we ain’t no basic
We you see these shooting stars
We on these spaceship
Put that ass in inrotation
She on my playlist
Run it up these racks
Like we got cases
It them Bottle after them bottles
We get waisted
Blow a top off with blunts
And Get yo face lift

[VERSE 1: Hot Tunez]
We don’t run up on occasiona
She buss it down is amazing
I’m trynna just plan a vacation
Pack up them bags got a location
That Fire eat it like cacien
These bitch niggas out faglarant
Touchdown I’m like Peyton
Throwing bombs out I’m like regon
She gotta run up these stacks
If she wanna be on it
I only come wit the facts
Gotta keep it 100
I only listen niggas that
Say it and done it
See that we came out the trap
With the shit that we stomach
[Hook: Hot Tunez]
They be on that same same spit
Everybody that I fuck with they ape shit
We gon dumb be we ain’t no basic
We you see these shooting stars
We on these spaceship
Put that ass in in-rotation
She on my playlist
Running up these racks
Like we got cases
Bottle after them bottle
We get waisted
Blow a top off with blunts
Get you a face lift

[VERSE 2: Hot Tunez]
Shit so smooth get to movin like a mobster
Clean up the game
They gon make us bring the mops outs
Fucking up the bag 200 dash we on that top out
I be on they head be on They heals until they clocked out
Niggas out her hatin no avadin
We at yo Dome
Heat seaking missle we at yo base just like a Drone
They be alll around me trynna down me stay out my zone
I was lit when they found me all on my own nigga no clone
Nigga trying stress not bless me Leave me lone
I been with the Same chick
Changing up shit Leading me on
Double up on the bricks stack up to that tip bringing that home
I Ain’t about the dip
If ain’t about the chip
Bag and I’m gone
[Hook: Hot Tunez]
They be on that same same spit
Everybody that I fuck with they ape shit
We gon dumb be we ain’t no basic
We you see these shooting stars
We on these spaceship
Put that ass in inrotation
Now she on my playlist
Running up these racks
Like we got cases
Bottle after them bottle
We get waisted
Blow a top off with blunts
Get you a face lift