Benny Blanko - Ape Shxt (Prod. by JDiablo) lyrics

[Produced by JDiablo] Ape Shxt ... Volume 2 ... Wally West APE SHXT ! [Verse 1: Benny Blanko ] Goin' gorilla, this flow I deliver, like Joe and the lyrical Pun That's terror, that's clever, that pressure my pleasure that show you we gettin' it done I'm still in the place, with k**ers and apes. I'm grippin' that whatcha ma call it I'm dippin' and ditchin' and splittin' the Jakes, they come I see em' I toss it Kickin' the hoes out often Really I do what you talking Young and I won't get exhausted, Thinkin of Porsches', living it corporate Momma I told you we made it No drama get over debated n***as they living with hatred, n***a this came with no laces Telling myself I'm the greatest, telling yo b**h she my favorite Pissy my liver get wasted, hop in the ghost with no traces Goin' gorilla this ape sh**, keep yo mind off of the fake sh** Since Kobe was rocking the "8" print, Since Tigga Was rippin the basement Some n***as they funny, they dumb strange Fighting for p**y and chump change I was around when the storm hit n***as showed up when the sun came Goin' gorilla my nuts hang, Timberland walking wit blood stains. She know a n***a from New York But we got a Baltimore love thang [Hook] Ape sh**, Ape sh** Step in the booth with my cape sh** Ape sh**, Ape sh** Smokin' that welch's, that grape sh** Ape sh**, Ape sh** Comes De Garcon This Ain't Fitch Ape sh**, Ape sh** p**y and Money a great mix [Verse 2] Goin' insane, this flow in my brain I'm sippin' the purplist rain They rappin to rap, I'm rappin the pack its potent its poking your veins I'm switching the lanes, I'm flipping my fingers, I'm tippin' and grippin' the grain n***a you not what you claim Goin gorillas and lifting your chain (Aye) First I call my barber, stay on top of that lineup Then I call my lawyer, stay up out of that lineup f**ing with nickle and dimers Baby come f** with the finest Twistin my weed wit Sonayah From the Bahamas, zeroes and commas Hop in the coupe and skate. Mobbin' like Snoop and Dre Trippy like Juicy J, that's how my n***as in Houston play Turntables and a mic dog f** a unsigned hype dog I'm everyday, you on reserve In other words u might ball Aye Mr Rager , R double E-K sir Can't do a n***a no favors b**h can't swim don't save her Reek dot me login quick Sing to the hoes, Robin Thicke She got that mouth, well I got this dick [Hook]