Pecans - Smino, Terrace Martin

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, interiort 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 Porsche light

Tryna dodge the pork lights

Woowoo state troop Shooshoo black youth its 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