TraviS Scott — Apple Pie

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She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets,
Guess that’s why I’m so hot on the street.
Won’t you and your friends come eat with me,
And let me show you how to whip that recipe?
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets,
Guess that’s why I’m so hot on the street.
Won’t you come over and eat with me
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe?

I don’t want your apple pie, mama,
I ain’t tryna dap up n**gas blockin me,

Made it out the spot straight to Quintana,
And I’m still that n**ga with diamonds on my blocka.
I say when they come at me, I bet, they have some backup,
I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the Stasher,
Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas,
I just seek out to find my home, why can’t they just leave me ‘lone?

‘Cause I don’t want your apple pie, no, no, mama!
I don’t want your apple pie, no!
I don’t want your apple pie, mami,
I don’t want your apple pie no more.
I need my own pepper, pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds,
Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy.
Yeah, I don’t want your apple pie, mama,
I need my own pepper, please,
My own legacy, my own recipe.

I came to get it nominated
From a spot that y’all seen Bun B blow up,
I hate to break your heart, I bet I’ll make the mark,
That y’all see a legacy go up.
Goyard done break your pockets,
Boy, I’m out in Paris lettin all these beats go up,
I make in one appearance what these n**gas hatin makin in four seasons.
H-Town, know we gon’ stunt,
I’m for real and your Rollie tick.
Look, bitch, this the Rodeo,
But I ain’t goin out for your bullshit.
I don’t want your apple pie, mama,
I don’t wanna dap up n**gas blockin me,
I am everythin’ except a rapper,
Shit, I got at least 25 lighters on my dresser.

Rocks in the night! [×6]