PeachApple (Sauce)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(light that up 6x...)
Peachapple in my lungs, mmhm
From the A to the BK, taste the sun and the flex
(inhales) ...you gon' want this next
(exhales) sauce…
[Verse 1]
Sweet like a Georgia peach, thick thighs, high heat
But I move like the BK streets, concrete with that beat
Got the drawl and the drip, I talk slick with my lip
Curve like the 'Lanta roads, but I hit like a city flip
Timb boots on my tone, gold grill when I smile
Double dose of the juice, baby I been hybrid a while
ATL in my hips, BK in my stare
I’m the type make you fiend, like smoke in the air
[Pre-Chorus]
Taste that sweet, fire blend
You won’t need nothin' else again
Let it hit, let it roll
Peachapple got you losin’ control
(inhale) breathe me in slow
(exhale) now you know… (now you know)
[Chorus]
PeachApple sauce, I’m the cross, East meets South like a boss
Roll it up, spark it off, vibe too loud, can’t turn it off (yeah)
Inhale me, taste that flame, legacy deep in both our names
BK soul, A-town flame
You’ll never see fruit quite the same (nah, never that)
PeachApple, PeachApple Sauce...
Drippin’ out ya mouth, now you lost…
[Verse 2]
Talk that talk, I do both slang
“Deadass” and “shawty,” I let it bang
I’m a cypher queen with a twerk mean
I dance in heels and still scheme green
Corner stoops and trap beats,
Flatbush to Zone 6 streets
Park chill with a blunt lit,
Big mood, no counterfeit
I’m the story in between the lines
Soul food and dollar slice combined
I’m that loud hit, that soft drip
That summer mix you’ll never skip
[Bridge]
Ouu, let it simmer on your tongue (ahh)
Two cities in one song (vibes)
Feel the flavor in your chest
Like you puffin’ on the best
Peachapple got that depth
You feel it when you take that breath (inhale)
You feel it when you take that breath (echo)
[Final Chorus]
PeachApple sauce, can't replace, I’m that hit you can’t erase (nah)
Taste the smoke, feel the grace, two legacies, one pretty face
Breathe me in, I’m that blend, born of two that never end
Uptown bounce with a southern bend
From the roots, I transcend
PeachApple, PeachApple Sauce (sauce, sauce)
Now you hooked and I’m the cause
(inhale) ooh baby, just one draw
(exhale) you gon' need some more…
[Outro]
NYC… ATL… sauce on everything I sell…
BK to Bankhead, oh well…
Once you taste, you never quell…
PeachApple, PeachApple... yeah...