Pecan Pie

[Intro]
I don't know them niggas
Ayy, I'ma spell it out

[Chorus]
I want L-O-V-E, I need M-O-N-E-Y
Shit, how my neck on freeze-freeze? (Freeze)
I used to rob just to get by
I used to trap just to get high
We on the block with handheld chops, murder
I was so tired of that shit, can't lie (Can't lie)
12 on nuts like pecan pie
Swear he real, we gon' feel him out
Soon enough, we gon' pop him down
Trap packed out like In-N-Out
Wish my grandma could see me now
Backyard camera got 360, gotta make sure that I can see around
Ain't nobody gon' take my guap, but I swear to God, I'll give 'em ten rounds (Ten)

[Verse 1]
Steppin' and slidin' up on it
I put the fire up on 'em (Fire up on 'em)
I gave my shooter a ten, I call it a signin' bonus (Signin' bonus)
Killin' whoever you seen, the nigga is slimed, I'm on it (Dead)
They say I'm the one
But I came in with two bitches that look like they ready for fun (Fun)
This lil' bitty one
I don't give a fuck 'bout these bitches, these niggas with lil' bitty guns
Boy, go put your funds in that (Funds in that)
Geekin' up when I'm in London, them bitches in love with me
I'm pourin' to pass the time, I got the baddest dime
Your bitch is not bad as mine (Damn)
Bought her a Birkin, told her to hold the dope and grab the nine

[Chorus]
I want L-O-V-E, I need M-O-N-E-Y
Shit, how my neck on freeze-freeze? (Freeze)
I used to rob just to get by
I used to trap just to get high
We on the block with handheld chops, murder
I was so tired of that shit, can't lie (Can't lie)
12 on nuts like pecan pie
Swear he real, we gon' feel him out
Soon enough, we gon' pop him down
Trap packed out like In-N-Out
Wish my grandma could see me now
Backyard camera got 360, gotta make sure that I can see around
Ain't nobody gon' take my guap, but I swear to God, I'll give 'em ten rounds (Ten)

[Verse 2]
Neck cold, wrist cold, every day is fuckin' winter (Fuckin' winter)
I just wish a nigga would, get more than splinter (Wish he would)
Shawty say she like me, I'm just tryna enter (I'm tryna get in)
Money so old like a grandma
Fifteen hundred for the Lanvins
I be waitin' on somethin'
But I don't think it's coming
And that's my fault
Limp like a pimp baby, that's my walk
You can't even talk yo' shit when I say some real, man, the cat must got your tongue
Niggas went and pulled yo' card and then came in your spot, yeah, you ain't even never pulled no gun

[Interlude]
You want to trap, bro, what's up?
When you struggling in life, bro
Uh-huh?
God don't got a better plan for you and you not his strongest soldier, bro
You just struggling, bro, you just suffering

[Chorus]
I want L-O-V-E, I need M-O-N-E-Y
Shit, how my neck on freeze-freeze? (Freeze)
I used to rob just to get by
I used to trap just to get high
We on the block with handheld chops, murder
I was so tired of that shit, can't lie
12 on nuts like pecan pie
Swear he real, we gon' feel him out
Soon enough, we gon' pop him down
Trap packed out like In-N-Out
Wish my grandma could see me now
Backyard camera got 360, gotta make sure that I can see around
Ain't nobody gon' take my guap, but I swear to God, I'll give 'em ten rounds (Yeah)

[Outro]
Ten rounds, ten rounds
Ten rounds, ten rounds
Ten rounds, ten rounds
Wish my grandma could see me now