"Apple Pie" lyrics
(Where are you?)
(Are you cooking up?) Uh, uh
She's a freaky performer
Told her I got game, but nobody warned her
Smokin' on this weed like I live in California
Buy cars, smoke weed, man, it seems that I bore her
Man, let me give you reassurance, gotta watch these niggas
Taliban is right around my face in case they plottin' niggas
Taller than my money, man, that shit ain't nothin' but a midget
I'm worried about a check, fuck your digits
Focused on money right now, baby, fuck your digits
Niggas keep sharing all these hoes, they be double-dippin'
Bitches ain't never satisfied, that shit not realistic
Every chance I'ma get high 'cause I love the feelin'
Smoke and kill in a penthouse, I'm just chillin'
They provoke me to the fullest now, my humble mission
She always want some voodoo, though
Fine shit, I'm tryna hunt down on Pluto
No, you can't hit my Black & Mild, no, hell no
Bitches, they be fuckin' goin' wild, the devil
Pull up, take the trap down on the bankroll
My attention span, it done went down, that's why I'm single
Bitch, why these bitches left, no twenty V1
I be with real trap niggas, you tryna be one
Bitch want a ring from me, you won't receive one
Bitch want a baby from me, you won't receive one
I done had a thot before, I had to leave one
Man, I know a broke nigga when I see one
Of course I know a V-Rod, 'cause I keep one
God is my therapist, don't need to see one
Shawty tried to kiss on me, she tried to sneak one
I just want one ho, just need to eat one
We can do what you want, I can be fun
Can't smoke on the property? I'ma sneak one
Ayy, shawty act ridiculous
Countin' up this cash each day, I can't get sick of it
Had a nice car, but I had to get some quicker shit
I ain't really got time, I'm finna quit the bitch
If he want your damn time, don't be so quick to bitch
If you ain't high right now, then revisit this
Appreciate what you got now, God can take this shh
I'm just a lil' apple pie and I'm baked
Fuck with this TAF shit, we ain't fakin' shit
My ho will beat your bitch ass, no fake crazy shit...
(Are you cooking up?) Uh, uh
She's a freaky performer
Told her I got game, but nobody warned her
Smokin' on this weed like I live in California
Buy cars, smoke weed, man, it seems that I bore her
Man, let me give you reassurance, gotta watch these niggas
Taliban is right around my face in case they plottin' niggas
Taller than my money, man, that shit ain't nothin' but a midget
I'm worried about a check, fuck your digits
Focused on money right now, baby, fuck your digits
Niggas keep sharing all these hoes, they be double-dippin'
Bitches ain't never satisfied, that shit not realistic
Every chance I'ma get high 'cause I love the feelin'
Smoke and kill in a penthouse, I'm just chillin'
They provoke me to the fullest now, my humble mission
She always want some voodoo, though
Fine shit, I'm tryna hunt down on Pluto
No, you can't hit my Black & Mild, no, hell no
Bitches, they be fuckin' goin' wild, the devil
Pull up, take the trap down on the bankroll
My attention span, it done went down, that's why I'm single
Bitch, why these bitches left, no twenty V1
I be with real trap niggas, you tryna be one
Bitch want a ring from me, you won't receive one
Bitch want a baby from me, you won't receive one
I done had a thot before, I had to leave one
Man, I know a broke nigga when I see one
Of course I know a V-Rod, 'cause I keep one
God is my therapist, don't need to see one
Shawty tried to kiss on me, she tried to sneak one
I just want one ho, just need to eat one
We can do what you want, I can be fun
Can't smoke on the property? I'ma sneak one
Ayy, shawty act ridiculous
Countin' up this cash each day, I can't get sick of it
Had a nice car, but I had to get some quicker shit
I ain't really got time, I'm finna quit the bitch
If he want your damn time, don't be so quick to bitch
If you ain't high right now, then revisit this
Appreciate what you got now, God can take this shh
I'm just a lil' apple pie and I'm baked
Fuck with this TAF shit, we ain't fakin' shit
My ho will beat your bitch ass, no fake crazy shit...
