Bm | G | F# | Bm Capo:4 Intro: Travi$ Scott Bm G Bm She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Bm G Bm Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Bm G Bm Won't you and your friends come eat with me Bm G And let me show you how to whip that recipe F# Bm G Bm She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Bm G Bm Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Bm G F# Won't you come over and eat with me Bm Bm G F# Bm And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe Verse 1: Travi$ Scott Bm G F# Bm I don't want your apple pie, mama Bm G F# Bm I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me Bm G F# Bm Made it out the spot, straight to quintana Bm G F# Bm And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka Bm G F# Bm I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup Bm G F# Bm I bet I take your b**ch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Bm G F# Bm Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas Bm G F# Bm I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone Hook: Travi$ Scott Bm G F# Bm Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama Bm G F#Bm I don't want your apple pie, no Bm G F# Bm I don't want your apple pie, mami Bm G F# Bm I don't want your apple pie no more Bm G F# Bm I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Bm G F# Bm I need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Bm G F# Bm Yeah I don't want your apple pie, mama Bm G F# Bm I need my own pepper please my own legacy, my own recipe Verse 2: Travi$ Scott Bm G I came to get it nominated F# Bm From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up Bm G F# I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark Bm That y'all see a legacy go up Bm G Goyard done break your pockets F# Bm Boy I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up Bm G F# Bm I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons Bm G H-Town, know we gon' stunt F# Bm I'm for real and your Rollie tick Bm G Look b**ch, this the Rodeo F# Bm But I ain't goin' out for your bullsh*t Bm G F# Bm I don't want your apple pie, mama Bm G F# Bm I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me Bm G F# Bm I am everything except a rapper Bm G F# Bm sh*t I got at least twenty-five lighters on my dresser Bridge: Travi$ Scott Bm G Bm Rocks in the night Bm G Bm Rocks in the night Bm G Bm Rocks in the night Bm G Bm Rocks in the night Bm G Bm Rocks in the night Bm G Bm Rocks in the night Outro: T.I. Bm G F# Bm Que sera sera, so the story goes Bm G F# Bm On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Bm G Tours and shows and groupie whores F# Bm Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Bm G Though he'd rather not F# Bm Forever been the elephant in the room Bm G F# Bm That everyone can't wait to run and tell about Bm G F# Bm The head to the body of the belligerent militant group Bm G F# Bm That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Bm G F# Bm Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Bm G Bm Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Bm/G F#/Bm Will he make it? Was it worth it? Bm/G F# Bm Did he win? Will he survive the Rodeo?