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 n*ggas begging to drop
I’m begging opps for the drop!
Young 24 in this sh*t, I can’t stop
Yo’ ho can’t stop sucking my c*ck
Walk down, .40 Glock
Sending shots
Calumet my block!
Big ass Glock gon’ pop
n*ggas 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
n*gga, drop the dot
n*ggas 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 got cheese, you don’t
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 sh*t out y’all n*ggas)
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!