Pecan Pie lyrics

[Intro]
I don't know them n*ggas
Ayy, I'ma spell it out

[Chorus]
I want L-O-V-E, I need M-O-N-E-Y
sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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 n*gga is slimed, I'm on it (Dead)
They say I'm the one
But I came in with two b*tches that look like they ready for fun (Fun)
This lil' bitty one
I don't give a f*ck 'bout these b*tches, these n*ggas with lil' bitty guns
Boy, go put your funds in that (Funds in that)
Geekin' up when I'm in London, them b*tches in love with me
I'm pourin' to pass the time, I got the baddest dime
Your b*tch 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
sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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 f*ckin' winter (f*ckin' winter)
I just wish a n*gga 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' sh*t when I say some real, man, the cat must got your tongue
n*ggas 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
sh*t, 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 sh*t, 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