Lyrics Applebee's Freestyle - jay critch

Applebee's Freestyle

Who gon miss em when them niggas hit you up
Shootas spinning tryna get it back in blood
If you need me in ya city, need like 50 racks and up
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shootas in the cut
I got different types of perkies, I got different types of mud
That bitch ask me for a birkin, told her never hit me up
I’m a guard shootin bullets, I don’t never give it up
Why you think we seven thirty, we ain’t never give a fuck
Tell you some my niggas crippin and yea some my niggas blood (ay)
Toolie in the front seat, mop in the trunk
And I got them bad hoes, all up in their guts
Cause I got that bag tho, she do what I want
And I’m back with a masterpiece
Shawty all that ass up on your back, throw it back at me
Yea these niggas pussy, yea they
Havin batteries, run it up like athletes
And we been them niggas ain’t nobody ever laugh at me
Two bitches at cash but I could still remember applebees
Shawty I’m the catch, you just the baddie and we having these
I could let you hold a little toolie cause we having these
Use to go finesse right after school, was feeling ragedy
And we still sending out package
Let a boy go and act up
Get him wrapped up, yeah pack it
Young nigga with the Moncler
Came from my big bro mattress
Let it off put holes in a nigga Moncler or
Yeah flame it up like matches
Who gon miss em when them niggas hit you up
Shootas spinning tryna get it back in blood
If you need me in ya city, need like 50 racks and up
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shootas in the cut
I got different types of perkies, I got different types of mud
That bitch ask me for a birkin, told her never hit me up
I’m a guard shootin bullets, I don’t never give it up
Why you think we seven thirty, we ain’t never give a fuck
Tell you some my niggas crippin and yea some my niggas blood (ay)
Toolie in the front seat, mop in the trunk
And I got them bad hoes, all up in their guts
Cause I got that bag tho, she do what I want