Apex God - New Year's Groove Lyrics

Hello Officer
See how fast this car can skirt
Might throw a wing on this bitch and
Watch it leave earth
Tell me I can't sing
Then I did
Bet that shit hurt
You bet I wouldn't win
You must be on percs
Y'all ain't DJ Herc then
Why they act like OG's
See I make myself known
Y'all just lurking on beats
If Mike Will ain't Make It
Where the f*ck would y'all be
Shit, probably in the stu
Just sipping Daiquiri's with
Yo boo
While she say she still believe in what you do
But you both knooow
She don't believe in you
But if you go gooold
She sure take that money oops
Leave you solo
Leave you looking like Goob
So
Let me roll one like I'm snoop
Roll down to the store cop a forty
Then pass em both to you
Come meet my brodies
We'll throw you on some loops
Teach you to make a hit
Get some money for your crew dog
Big Apex
On yo avenue
Ain't no need to worry
I just gotta cop a brew
Fore I
Head back
To the Stu
Dodging Feds
But my smoke legal now who
Woulda thought
Wouldn't be the God
Still dodging snobs
Cause f*ck an assault charge
These the only bars I can really get behind and
The way I tune the song
Is my only kinda fine
Dodging feds
Aye
Rest in peace to Fred's
Where the rejects used to go to
Lose some Money
Find some meth and a
Honey to soak up tips
Shit I'm hungry for a grip
So I can Invest it back
Get that ROI on it
No impala for me bitch unless
The hydraulic Caddy live
In my driveway with the chrome
22 Rims
Little home
Couple kids
Gorgeous Wife
That kinda pimp
That you
Could really only strive to be
So lively
Yet I keep a picket fence
Too blind to try and keep up with the jeffersons
Be mindful
We can't control shit cept our heads
Even then it's still a challenge
Even then you might be dead
Snakes growing wings and talons
Now watch your f*cking head
Always
Mowed the grass
Now bring umbrellas for the shit
Cause I'm looking at the storm
And I just don't see where it quit
Try waiting for the morning
I just wouldn't count on it
Big Apex
On yo avenue
Ain't no need to worry
I just gotta cop a brew
Fore I
Head back
To the Stu
Dodging Feds
But my smoke legal now who
Woulda thought
Wouldn't be the God
Still dodging snobs
Cause f*ck an assault charge
These the only bars I can really get behind and
The way I tune the song
Is my only kinda fine
On yo avenue
Boutta slap yo crew
Ooh
Apex breaks ceilings
Then he laugh at you
See I had to lose
To know how winning really feel
Soon as you think you paid your dues
More debts be landing in your hand
Remember
Pay your taxes
Don't forget to pay the man
You might end up like Capone
Or my Sniper Wesley damn
Probably fly to Vietnam
Second thought
Probably not
Cause the God
He don't really like it all that hot
Then why you always spitting fire
See
I don't know
Apex an asshole and a liar
Oh is that so?
Go join The View and a choir
You petty singing hoe
I'm flyer than smoke
Lockplier type hold
On that
Number One Spot
If it ain't Billboard
Still number one in y'all hearts
F*ck platinum
F*ck gold
Still enjoying the ride
In
That cherry coat cadillac
Like
It's '95
Baby
Big Apex
On yo avenue
Ain't no need to worry
I just gotta cop a brew
Fore I
Head back
To the Stu
Dodging Feds
But my smoke legal now who
Woulda thought
Wouldn't be the God
Still dodging snobs
Cause f*ck an assault charge
These the only bars I can really get behind and
The way I tune the song
Is my only kinda fine
Peace