Pecans

Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah We cut like apple pie, uh, My lil' papaya Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me Aw yeah yeah, R.S.V.P I got that thang acquired, make ya sing A Choir, quiet just riding, now she bussin' Pe-cay-ans—pecans Porsche Cayenne, interior cayenne Hands diligent, did it for the defiant And niggas tryin', tryin' with no finance, cut from the finest The other day my cuzzo hit my phone Said he just hit a lick so good I'm like my nigga, pause He laugh and say for real dirty I just wanna ball yeah that my dawg He in a jam until Cruella free us all But never forget them days no gas hop out and push the car And never forget the wages they payin' Ma I'll never forget the way they try and take away the arts from the heart yeah, yo start, yeah the north side Sativa burn smoother than a Porsche ride Plus I'm off that chocolate water, lit up like a Porch light Tryna dodge the pork lights Woop-woop—state troop shoo-shoot black youth—it's on the news Momma still gotta get interviewed, Fox ratings boost, I stopped paying dues, cuz I'm like bitch I'm payin' who.. just sayin' I owe it all {?} lied to my pops niggas got to the guap till I walked And felt the crunch in my socks Now I think about it, shit, I had one pair of socks Now I'm on beaches with these bitches Got me like, fuck wearing socks I'm a artiste, I'm sensitive, like ice on tea out the pot I cook it up, I'm nice and seasoned, work from spring to July I'm never fatiguing, give me a reason, I get beat in the clock I'm loving my youth I got a sweet tooth I got you too for you We cut like apple pie, uh, My lil' papaya Make me wanna Paypal ya, fly ya lil ass to me Aw yeah yeah, R.S.V.P I got the thing I've been on {?} like a bitch {?} ice on my wrist I'm off the brownie, you stumbling baby You probably think I'm the shit