Ape Boy - Chris Travis

Captain Crunch Presents

R-R-R-RXLVND

Fuck wit my set, push yo shit back

Im in the front, you in the back

I got a knife, its on the strap

She got a friend, fuck when she nap

Im from the south, fuck bout a rap

Come to my house, won’t make it out

These niggas hoes, running they mouth

Straight with these hoes, fuck what they bout

These niggas wack, just want some clout

Fuck all this shit, where yo accounts

Fucking this bitch, right on my couch

Ape on my draws, wit dick in her mouth

Came out the M, made that shit out

I run up on him, knock his ass out

Now he ain’t talking no shit from no app

Pussy ass nigga you know that you child

I pull up on that bitch and she a dub

Thought I was gon fuck but she ain’t budge

Fresh as fuck like I slept in the tub

Molly circulate in her flesh

Gucci pink roses on my vest

I ain’t have to answer for no sex

She just gave me top and then I left

Goyard on my belt, this shit is felt

Ima buy a choppa for some help

Niggas can’t even be themselves

Bitch thats why I’m mobbing to the death