Apollo Brown & Che Noir 12 Hours
[Verse 1]
Look
Calling my girls, I'm trynna get cute
Let's go and paint the town
Let's meet up at my place around 12, still gotta take a shower
It's gon' take a hour to do my hair
And to do my make-up
Buy my final outfit to wear
By the time I hang up, click, oh shit
We need a bottle we could sip of course
I text her like "On your way here swing by the liquor store"
I need a [?], three Ciroc shooters, know what, get us four
Just ring the doorbell soon as you hit the porch
I text my man I'm going out
Message open, counting dots, I seen three, he reply
Grandma really wish that I could, but I gotta work late
But take some extra cash out the safe and put it in your purse babe
Okay, I'm texting back "I hope to see you later"
Shit, now I'm in the shower singing ballads of Anita Baker
Hour later, dress lookin' fine as a bitch
Knock at the door, my girl Lisa like "It's time to get lit"
[Verse 2]
Look
Models in jeans
We smoke bottles and drinks
Couple niggas from the town trynna holla' at me
But I'm taken, but I still made 'em buy me a drink
Lisa tapped me like "I gotta go pee"
"Watch my purse for a minute"
I sip my drink by the bar as I waited
Purse in my lap, felt the phone vibratin'
Pulled it out, but my intentions was on turning it off
But that's until I seen the number that call
This my nigga number lit up on her phone (What?)
I mean I gave him her number
But that's only if I ain't picking up my phone
I check my phone but I don't see no missed calls
I was shocked in the face
Tryna figure out why he callin' so late
I read the texts "Keep this a secret, do not say a word"
"Come by tomorrow, but we gotta do it while she at work"
Oh shit she walking back, I threw her phone in the purse
If they creepin', there somebody gon' be bleedin'
With no soul in the hearse
Fuck
[Verse 3]
We left the club, she dropped me off at like 3 in the morn'
Walkin' in circles, still shocked, I can't believe what I saw
Called into work, like I'ma need the day off
Soon as I hung up I raced right to my room to grab this gun out the safe
I got an angel on my shoulder sayin' "Che you ain't no killer"
But the other shoulder tellin' me to take out that nigga
Matter of fact, just kill 'em both
To calm my nerves I took some shots of the Henny
Looked in the mirror, seen the monster that's in me
Fuck it
The sun is up, I'm in a car speedin'
To Lisa house, I took a left then took a right
To catch this broad scheming
Crept on the side then I kicked in her house
Waivin' the gun, I seen both of them sittin' on the couch
"I read the texts that you sent the nigga, thought you was slick"
"Lisa, I called you my friend, f..ck that, I called you my sis"
He waved his hand "Babe it's not what you think"
"I asked Lisa to come with me just so she can help me buy you a ring"
"I found the ring and I was trying to get your best friend advice"
"Baby, I'm tryna spend the rest of my life with you"
I must have been squeezing too tight
I heard a shot, body dropped to the ground and he bleed
Lisa panicked, ran about it and scream
I dropped to my knees like I ain't mean to kill him
Now I'm searching this body for evidence
To confirm if he was sleeping with her
Damn I don't think he was lyin'
To my surprise, I found the ring in his pocket
[Outro]
Fuck
Oh, gotta get the f..ck outta here
Shit