PROF - Apesh** lyrics

[Hook] x2 Apesh**! Dummy lose your mind Go apesh**! I think I'm going blind Apesh**! Break your neck, break your spine Apesh**! Again and again! [Verse 1: Prof] Slap me I'm a lunatic My mama's so afraid of me Someone press the panic bu*ton Nothing you can say to me Guerrilla style Throwing missiles in your house Pissing miles, Robert Child Lose your mind - rip it out Start a fight Take a couple shots you could pa** the pipe Everybody know there ain't no afterlife Laughing halfway through the traffic light If you got a problem that I'm losing my mind Suicidal motherf**er Taking two at a time Stepping on ya and I k** ya while I'm doing a vine Look at it and the different benefits, the ahh Deepak your Prof I will win forever Come drink with the king if ye ain't scared of the weather Single moms in strip clubs - punani tsunami Came in the cab I'm bout to leave in a Bugatti AHHH! I'm only leaving when the bouncers fighting Bodies moving Who's these dudes that's in here shooting Terrorist music, terrorist music Panic, panic, panic, panic [Hook] [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] They want that find the [?] Get it good and finesse em out of his work sh** FN bark like a pitbull when I let it off I murk sh** Get my graveyard like a work shift Made 50k on my worst flip Then went to Waka Flocka b**h I'm famous Need a 100 band for this verse sh** This good as long as my arm tied Try to rob me you get hog tied I'm from Clayco that's the Southside Sick a dog on em like a raw hide Bunch of real n***as on this side Get your p**y n***as on that side I know what they want My boy know what I want Send me kush like every month I roll 4 grams in my blunt I got life inside my trunk Keep a chopper if you stunt p**y play tough if you want You a dead man I'm from Riverdale where them boys going ham Blam RIOTS f**ing turn up b**h this real I'ma talk about a riot I don't give a f** about a cop, I'll start a fire and a riot We about to spill into the streets talking about a real riot {​​​panic, panic, panic}​​​ [Hook]