[Intro: Travis Scott]

She say, "Your badass 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 badass always had a thing for sweets"

Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street

"Oh, won't you come over and eat with me?

And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe"

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

I don't want your apple pie, mama, yeah

I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me, yeah

Made it out the spot, straight to Quintana

And I'm still that nigga 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?

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no-no, mama

I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah

I don't want your apple pie, mama

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

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

I came to get it nominated from a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up (Woah)

I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark that y'all see a legacy go up (Woah)

Goyard done break your pockets, boy, I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up (Woah)

I make in one appearance, what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons (Woah)

H-Town, know we gon' stunt, I'm for real and your Rollie tick (Woah)

Look, bitch, this the Rodeo, but I ain't goin' out for your bullshit (Woah)

And I don't want your apple pie, mama (Woah)

I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me (Woah)

I am everything except a rapper

Shit, I got at least twenty-five lighters on my dresser, oh, yeah (Woah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott]

Roxanne tonight

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

[Outro: T.I.]

Huh, que será, será, so the story goes

On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute

Tours and shows and groupie whores

Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot, though he'd rather not

Forever been the elephant in the room that everyone can't wait to run and tell about

The head to the body of the belligerent militant group

That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised

Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised

Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind

"Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive the Rodeo?"