Apollo Business, who's gang?

Gang with me now, guess some lames can't hang

Down there on the ground, I'm up in a damn plane

I took too much acid, only colors and shapes

Been at it since the morning, grinding through these long days

Long nights on the way up, Grey Goose in a red cup

Did someone find my lighter? Itching just to flame up

Tryna make some money quick so I can live my life up

Addicted to being alone, it pays to be a fuck up

She gon' slide when I say come through

Tell her friend if she bad she can come too

Kick game fleeking, kung fu

Wrist game leaking, so fuck you

It's that mixtape dropping, blending flavors, different options

Hydroponics on the strains of bud, I'm buying naked in the mansion

Savage shit, boosted up, don't know who you're capping with

On her knees soon as we step in my establishments, say

Gang with me now, guess some lames can't hang

Down there on the ground, I'm up in a damn plane

I took too much acid, only colors and shapes

Been at it since the morning, grinding through these long days

Long nights on the way up, Grey Goose in a red cup

Did someone find my lighter? Itching just to flame up

Tryna make some money quick so I can live my life up

Addicted to being alone, it pays to be a fuck up

Gang with me now, guess some lames can't hang

Down there on the ground, I'm up in a damn plane

I took too much acid, only colors and shapes

Been at it since the morning, grinding through these long days

Long nights on the way up, Grey Goose in a red cup

Did someone find my lighter? Itching just to flame up

Tryna make some money quick so I can live my life up

Addicted to being alone, it pays to be a fuck up

It's TDK, bitch, peep the logo

I'm higher than a kite, this party's jumping like a pogo

Three bitches all up on me, asking, "What's off in your solo?"

And I popped another tab so everything is moving slow-mo

Nah, I'm lying, no denying, eyes are redder than the siren

Late nights, Conan O'Brien, I be lit, don't need a lighter

Snatch your chips and kill the cypher

Smash your chick, you tryna wife her

She got friends, you gon' invite 'em, I'ma kill it, Michael Myers

Might retire after this, I been dying to make it rich

Smoking Kush in VIP, your girl's admiring my clique

She been trying to take a pic, but I'm so high, I can't pose

When you hanging 'round me, baby, what's the point of wearing clothes?

She said, "Drew, why you so rude, dude?", it's probably the shrooms

Got me seeing different colors, trying to silence out the room

I'll be gone 'til November, shoulder colder than December

Twisted up without a blender, popping

Champagne with my dinner, and the

Gang with me now, guess some lames can't hang

Down there on the ground, I'm up in a damn plane

I took too much acid, only colors and shapes

Been at it since the morning, grinding through these long days

Long nights on the way up, Grey Goose in a red cup

Did someone find my lighter? Itching just to flame up

Tryna make some money quick so I can live my life up

Addicted to being alone, it pays to be a fuck up

Apollo Business, who's gang?