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Applebee's Freestyle
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Applebee's Freestyle was released on May 6, 2021 by Jay Critch / EMPIRE as a part of the album Critch Tape
May 6, 2021
LabelJay Critch / EMPIRE
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Intro]
(OkayKhan, let's do it now)
[Instrumental]
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Hood fav
Ayy, ayy
Hey
[Chorus]
Who gon' miss 'em when them **** hit you up? Uh (Boom, boom)
Shooters spinning, trying to get it back in blood (Get it back in blood)
If you need me in your city, need like fifty racks and up (Bands)
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shooters in the cut (Hey)
I got different types of Perkies, I got different types of mud (I got different types of drugs)
That bitch asked me for a Birkin, told her, "Never hit me up" (Never hit me up)
I'm a guard shooting bullets, I won't never give it up (I won't never give it up)
Why you think we 730? We ain't never give a fuck (30)
Told you some my **** cripping, and, yeah, some my **** blood (30)
Ayy, toolie in the front seat, mop in the trunk (Boom, boom)
Uh, and I got them bad hoes, all up in their guts (Hey)
Uh, 'cause I got that bag though, she do what I want (She do what I want)
[Verse 1]
And I'm back with a masterpiece
Shorty, all that ass up on your back, throw it back at me
Yeah, these **** pussy, yeah, they back having batteries
Run it up like athletes
And we've been them ****, ain't nobody ever laugh at me
Two bitches at Catch, but I could still remember Applebee's
Shorty, I'm the catch, you just a 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 raggedy
And we still sending out package
Let a boy go and act up, get him wrapped up, yeah, pack it
Young **** with the Moncler came from my big bro mattress
Let it off, put holes in a **** Moncler or Mackage
Yeah, flame him up like matches
[Chorus]
Who gon' miss 'em when them **** hit you up? Uh (Boom, boom)
Shooters spinning, trying to get it back in blood (Get it back in blood)
If you need me in your city, need like fifty racks and up (Bands)
I got baddies in the VIP and I got shooters in the cut (Hey)
I got different types of Perkies, I got different types of mud (I got different types of drugs)
That bitch asked me for a Birkin, told her, "Never hit me up" (Never hit me up)
I'm a guard shooting bullets, I won't never give it up (I won't never give it up)
Why you think we 730? We ain't never give a fuck (30)
Told you some my **** cripping, and, yeah, some my **** blood (30)
Ayy, toolie in the front seat, mop in the trunk (Boom, boom)
Uh, and I got them bad hoes, all up in their guts (Hey)
Uh, 'cause I got that bag though, she do what I want (She do what I want)
Written by: Jason Critchlow
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