apple pie

[Intro]
(luracks)
Uh
(Where you get all them racks, bruh?) Damn!
Damn, hol’ on
Damn, yuh!
Damn, yuh!
Damn, yuh!
Damn! Hol’ on, yuh!
Hol’ on, yuh!
Hol’ on, yuh!
DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
Hol’ on, yuh!
Yuh…

[Verse 1]
These niggas begging to drop
I’m begging opps for the drop!
Young 24 in this shit, I can’t stop
Yo’ ho can’t stop sucking my cock
Walk down, .40 Glock
Sending shots
Calumet my block!
Big ass Glock gon’ pop
Niggas drop
Now he with his Pops!
Gucci cost a lot
Out of stock
Crack rock, make it lock!
Kick his door, don’t knock
I’m Kay Flock
Nigga, drop the dot
Niggas is some ho’s, I just know
He want smoke? Let’s go
He get Peter Roll
Get exposed
Neck and wrist on froze
Shoot up the whole show
FTO! I got big ass poles
I get cheese, get dough
Heart like snow, his tee got bullet holes
His block get deep fried
Scoring lines, he baked like Apple Pie
Damn! Yuh, yuh, yuh
I said he baked like Apple Pie (Don’t get me tight)
Damn, he baked like WHAT? (Smack the shit out y’all niggas)
Baked like WHO?
Hol’ on, yuh…
Hol’ onnn
A-TEAM, THAT’S THE GUYS
MAKES MAMA’S CRY
Play then you gon’ DIE
AP got no time
Pay my slime, got shots like 4th July
Damn! Hol’ on, yuh
Guns sound like gah’ damn 4th July
Damn, on bro!