Apollo - Intellectual

[Intro: Rollin Thrax]

(Officially sacred)

Huh huh huh, fwoah

(W-We gon' be OK)

Huh huh huh, fwoah

[Verse 1: Rollin Thrax]

Okay I step in this bitch and it got hotter

Ok-okay I got a bag bitch, I baby her like toddler

My bro right there keep poppin’ 10s, it turn him to a nodder

I just float on beats and talk my shit and make all my songs knockers

This a real hood classic, speakers blasting, they like, "turn it up"

Bitch got real deal ass I told her back it, I'ma pop her trunk

Damn these niggas sad, ain't got no assets, boy go get some bucks

Make it flip, gymnastics, then I cash it once my job is done

Hit her, now she got a hunch

Them racks, I got a bunch

I snack on green for lunch

My acronym, I touch

That’s 4ET, exact to be, these boys can't fuck with us

They don't even makе as much

That mean it's slim-to-none

Lil bit' what you mad for?

Watch that lil' boy change up oncе I drop that bag on her

She don't wear no makeup, my main bitch all natural

I'm on a tab, oh

They unleashed a beast, in this can’t you see?

The bread go straight to me

I don’t take receipts, and I don't take defeat

Niggas hate on me ’cause I ain't in they league

But I'm the one that leads

And all they ho's gon’ follow

I come through, make her follow

Lose they breath, can't even swallow

They treat me like Apollo

Baby, that's why I feel like the shit

They say music my gift

And that's why I'm on top of the list

And I know what it is

I'm required to make all these hits

But I'm still taking risks

Do a wire, I'm swapping they SIM

Know I'm planning to slip

Seen all I bared in my bones, it's good to resist

[Bridge: Rollin Thrax]

Huh huh huh, fwoah

(We gon' be OK)

Huh huh huh, fwoah

[Verse 2: Southsidesilhouette]

O-O-Okay I got it off the muscle

Yea that nigga wanna' tussle

Oh no, know I'm from the rubble

Okay I double waist my buckles

She gon' eat me like I'm truffle

With that bad bitch, got a couple

Okay I get her bag and hustle

This that real exquisite, you gon listen when they turn me on

You ain't talking 'bout no munyun, why the fuck you hit my phone?

Man these niggas ass, they got no assets, they don't got no funds

Why you talking all that shit? Your bitch, she won't leave me alone

So I'm breaking that ho damn bones

I'ma pass that ho to the bro

And I'm steady talking blue and hunnid's

That's like 500 for the toes

I'ma square that bitch up like a loose leaf

And I been kicking shit like I'm Bruce Lee

In LA and I hop in a two-seater

When I pick that bitch up she got coochie

Cooler than an avalanche

Walk in that bitch, leave her ass in a trance

Cause the times I wanted, they gave it to the chances

Cause I'd rather give chance to another 10 bands

So I got my check up and nah, now I'm the mayor

And that's no cap for sure

I don't even need a blue check, my count be up for sure

She like, “Southside, yea I love you” and I look like Big Show

Walk in mean and walk in clean, and wipe me down like dish soap

When I'm grippin' my big checks you know that shit gon trickle

I lead and now they follow

I got it off the bottom

Stack racks and then they follow

We made it, pop our bottle

I get my racks and I stay out the mix

And I'm rocking they rent

If they talk down then they go suck a dick

They don't know how it is, bitch I live lavish when I'm in the crib

Now they know how I live, all black on my shit just looking like Tris

And I'm driving her sick

Dropping this shit in the bank and it is what it is