Harambe lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro]
Mafia
Billboard Hitmakers
Yeah, AP gang, b*tch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Level up
Yeah, AP gang
(Big ice)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, catch him down bad
Beat him with the bat, hashtag that (Yeah)
I copped a new Jag', yeah, yeah
b*tch, I got a blue Jag', yeah (Ha, ha)
I make that cash talk, n*gga (b*tch)
I got a new house
You wanna get in, need a passcode, n*gga (What?)
Two-twenty-five on the dashboard, n*gga (Skrrt)
Stack it up and then you get that foreign, n*gga
Step it up and take care of your daughter, n*gga (Ha, ha, ha)
Stack it up and take care of your son, n*gga
Step it up and take care of the money (Hey)
You know I ran it all up by myself
And now your b*tch is drinking c*m, n*gga (Yeah)
My diamonds yellow like a corn, n*gga (Yeah)
Double R at the prom, n*gga (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Got some hitters, all of 'em my cuz, n*gga (Ayy)
Girl, I know you love me (Love me)
I know, I know, I know you love me (You love me, hey)
[Chorus]
Bentley wheelin' n*gga, bad killer n*gga, back it up (b*tch, get down)
Bands kill a n*gga fast, will a n*gga back it up? (Tick tick tack)
Apesh*t, n*gga, Godzilla, n*gga, act up (Ha, ha, ha)
Go apesh*t, go Godzilla, bae, back it up (Yeah)
I just wanna have sex (Hey), I just wanna have a baby out you, girl (Hey)
I just wanna go brazy about you, girl (Hey)
Don't make a n*gga act crazy, oh-ooh, girl (Ayy)
'Cause you know I will, and I'm on a Perky pill (Hey)

[Verse 2]
This sh*t can get ugly for you (Yeah)
I'll pull up and bust your mama (Brrat)
I'll pull up and bust your brother (Yeah)
I aim at your f*ckin' family (Brrt)
I aim at your whole clique (Brrt)
I aim at your motherf*ckin' mama
I aim at your f*ckin' dad (Brrt)
I aim at your daughter, son, n*gga (What?)
I aim it at everything (Hey, pop out)
I aim at the baby (Hey)
I got devil inside of me (Hey)
Got the devil inside me (What?)
God tryna provide me (God)
God tryna decide (What?)
Do he wanna leave me or sign me? (Who that?)
Um, okay, I know He frustrated 'bout a n*gga
And everything I take or do, yeah (Pablo sh*t)
I know I did a lot of sins
And I hope you still let me make it through, ah (Hey)
Just 'cause I got me a spot in LA
That don't mean I'ma change the crew (f*ck)
My b*tch trying to figure out
How she can tell me to chill without changin' you (Woo)
f*ck it, I'm changin' up on 'em (Yeah)
But my fans, not changin' on 'em (Yeah)
Makin' a band, I'm sangin' on 'em (Hey)
Whip out that bag, syringin' on 'em (Hey)
Hey, hey, we locked that b*tch out with no passcode (Huh)
I bought her some of those
Damn, she already had 'em though
[Chorus]
Bentley wheelin' n*gga, bad killer n*gga, back it up
Bands kill a n*gga fast, will a n*gga back it up?
Apesh*t, n*gga, Godzilla, n*gga, act up
Go apesh*t, go Godzilla, bae, back it up
I just wanna have sex, I just wanna have a baby out you, girl
I just wanna go brazy about you, girl
Don't make a n*gga act crazy, oh-ooh, girl
Ayy, 'cause you know I will, and I'm on a Perky pill
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