apple pie

Lyrics

[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!