Apeshit by Kriptonite Lyrics
[Intro:]
Yeaah
Pure Gold
Buckscheme
Yeah
Hey
[Chorus:]
Apeshit, lately I be going apeshit
Someone just told me I'm the greatest and I’m elated
I know that it's true but it feels like 's an understatement
Fuck you to all the people doubting I’ll ever make it
Fake shit, never on that fake shit
You gon see they face shift when they heard I make hits
Fuck you to all tha haters as I earlier stated
Keep that same energy worst behavior on my Drake shit
[Verse 1:]
Stop yute, fool, lock chat, mute
Shut before yuh pick up a bax yute
Been running it up a mussi track shoes (Bolt)
Nuh feel seh me come yah so fi act cute (nah)
I just be snapping on every track yute (bars)
Man's bee out in London in my track suit (Hey)
Have Stefflon Don a mad ova me jackfruit
Balling like LeBron and me nuh stop shoot
Facts truth, yeah, yeah graah
Kriptonite me name versatility me game
Wha the fuck yuh gain wen yuh siddung pan me name?
Mek unoo so lame, pussy hole yuh fi shame
Never change
Keep the link the same wid the yutes pan the lane
Affi memba the days we use to wul it ina the rain
Yeah
[Chorus:]
Apeshit, lately I be going apeshit
Someone just told me I'm the greatest and I'm elated
I know that it's true but it feels like 's an understatement
Fuck you to all the people doubting I'll ever make it
Fake shit, never on that fake shit
You gon see they face shift when they heard I make hits
Fuck you to all tha haters as I earlier stated
Keep that same energy worst behavior on my Drake shit
[Verse 2:]
We ano the samething
Gweh wid yuh fake thing
Me nuh waah nuh ratings
Fool keep yuh hailings
From me feel me ears ring
Me know a yuh say bay ting
Waah blast out couple bimmas like we racing (skrrt skrrt)
Them asking why me so hostile
Dem neva waah see me pop style (fr)
Hit the strip, and spend a fat coil
The yutes them waah real money like the Rothschild
Dancehall vibe wid a trap style
Call to yuh girlfriend and she nuh stop smile
Later she get the 'D’ under a frass vibe
She dig weh me a seh a mussi topsoil
Never change
Keep the link the same wid the yutes pan the lane
Affi memba the days we use to wul it inna the rain
Naah move the derange fi the fame
[Outro:]
Apeshit, lately I be going apeshit
Lately I be going apeshit
Ion fuck with them, they be on some fake shit
Ion fuck with them, they be on some fake shit
Goodness gracious
Yeaah
Pure Gold
Buckscheme
Yeah
Hey
[Chorus:]
Apeshit, lately I be going apeshit
Someone just told me I'm the greatest and I’m elated
I know that it's true but it feels like 's an understatement
Fuck you to all the people doubting I’ll ever make it
Fake shit, never on that fake shit
You gon see they face shift when they heard I make hits
Fuck you to all tha haters as I earlier stated
Keep that same energy worst behavior on my Drake shit
[Verse 1:]
Stop yute, fool, lock chat, mute
Shut before yuh pick up a bax yute
Been running it up a mussi track shoes (Bolt)
Nuh feel seh me come yah so fi act cute (nah)
I just be snapping on every track yute (bars)
Man's bee out in London in my track suit (Hey)
Have Stefflon Don a mad ova me jackfruit
Balling like LeBron and me nuh stop shoot
Facts truth, yeah, yeah graah
Kriptonite me name versatility me game
Wha the fuck yuh gain wen yuh siddung pan me name?
Mek unoo so lame, pussy hole yuh fi shame
Never change
Keep the link the same wid the yutes pan the lane
Affi memba the days we use to wul it ina the rain
Yeah
[Chorus:]
Apeshit, lately I be going apeshit
Someone just told me I'm the greatest and I'm elated
I know that it's true but it feels like 's an understatement
Fuck you to all the people doubting I'll ever make it
Fake shit, never on that fake shit
You gon see they face shift when they heard I make hits
Fuck you to all tha haters as I earlier stated
Keep that same energy worst behavior on my Drake shit
[Verse 2:]
We ano the samething
Gweh wid yuh fake thing
Me nuh waah nuh ratings
Fool keep yuh hailings
From me feel me ears ring
Me know a yuh say bay ting
Waah blast out couple bimmas like we racing (skrrt skrrt)
Them asking why me so hostile
Dem neva waah see me pop style (fr)
Hit the strip, and spend a fat coil
The yutes them waah real money like the Rothschild
Dancehall vibe wid a trap style
Call to yuh girlfriend and she nuh stop smile
Later she get the 'D’ under a frass vibe
She dig weh me a seh a mussi topsoil
Never change
Keep the link the same wid the yutes pan the lane
Affi memba the days we use to wul it inna the rain
Naah move the derange fi the fame
[Outro:]
Apeshit, lately I be going apeshit
Lately I be going apeshit
Ion fuck with them, they be on some fake shit
Ion fuck with them, they be on some fake shit
Goodness gracious