[Intro: Apollo Red & DJ Holiday]
(This is a YVL exclusive)
Hey, say, Apollo, mm, take his green, mhm, woah
Everything that I got, I worked for (Holiday season)
(You're now listening to Demon Heart Radio)
Hey, say, Apollo, mm, take his green, mhm, woah
Everything that I got, I worked for (Holiday season)
[Verse 1: Apollo Red]
Everything that I got, I worked for (I'm sayin')
I ain't gotta show my ass (I don't)
These bitches talk too much, damn, these hoes so messy (Talk, they messy)
Everybody around me, I gotta check yo' messages (Woah)
Ridin' 'round wit' these hot Glocks, no Smith & Wesson (Ridin' around)
Choppa on me like a punk (Punk), leave an opp in the trunk, uh
Pay it first, no franks, huh, black fit, I'm cut, huh (Trim)
Rock band, we punk, huh, twenty-thousand on the fit, huh (Big money)
I been poppin' my shit, huh (Like, huh), now a nigga got rich, huh (Yeah)
[Chorus: Apollo Red]
Take that boy to school, like Rich Kidz (Yeah)
Bitch, I got a pool of these hunnids, do you want it? (Do you want it?)
Huh, spread the love (Spread), huh, spread the love (Spread)
Spread the drugs (The love, huh)
Geeked up 24/7, are you geeked up? (I'm sure)
Five star hotel, kickin', got my feet up (I'm turnt, yeah)
Ridin' 'round in this hot car, got my seat up (The seat— yeah)
Fuck nigga, don't fuck wit' us, they can't be us (Can't be trim)
[Verse 2: Apollo Red]
Everybody around me, they winnin', they don't even need me (Need anybody)
Hoes too easy (Yeah), broke bitch greasy, huh
Broke bitch need me, huh, actin' like she don't need me, huh (Huh)
Wipe him down, he sneezin', yeah (Sneezin')
Slime business like Kentrell (Hm)
You already know I came from Hell
Yeah, a nigga came from 'vil
First thing I'ma tell my son, "Don't be no tattle-tale" (Nah)
I got you and dough wit' me (Mhm), and I got some dope wit' me (Uh-huh)
And I got some hoes wit' me, servin' bags like the store wit' me, yeah
Came hood, I can feel it in my lungs (Say what?)
I can feel it in the air (Uh-huh)
I've been through some shit my mama don't know about (Oh no)
24/7, we servin' that boy like Waffle House (Woah, trim)
Choppa, they singin' together, just like Opera House
Big black trucks in the front yard, like we in Obama's house
I ain't even wanna pop it on them boys, bring them cameras out (Bring them cameras)
20K for my shit, 20K for my bitch
20K Eliantte, fuck them niggas, go Wafi, get 'em (Uh-huh)
I don't even need Icebox in here, they dead dirt (Yeah)
And I got the Uzi wit' me, that motherfucker work, that motherfucker twerk (Brrt)
And I got the Uzi wit' me, got the JT, 'cause that Uzi work (Yeah)
[Chorus: Apollo Red]
Take that boy to school, like Rich Kidz (Yeah, take them back)
Bitch, I got a pool of these hunnids, do you want it? (Do you want it?)
Huh, spread the love (Spread), huh, spread the love (Spread)
Spread the drugs (Uh-huh)
Geeked up 24/7, are you geeked up? (I'm sure)
Five star hotel, kickin', got my feet up (I'm turnt, yeah)
Ridin' 'round in this hot car, got my seat up (The seat— yeah)
Fuck nigga, don't fuck wit' us, they can't be us (Can't be trim)
