Pecan Pie

Lyrics

[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