Bon Appétit (feat. Chetta)

Aye aye aye Pop Pop Pop pop my shit when I walk in Dropped two in my cup Now I'm saucing Never do give a fuck What they talking Might throw u off the deep hoe tossing All they want to do is hate When I'm flossing I'm just trying to get the cake Fuck the frosting Let me glow up baby Been bossing You ain't did shit Now you trying to waltz in Bone appetit On a bitch boy Tote two limousines I'm a rich boy Never too rich I ain't got shit boy Think I need it right now Another hit boy If I don't know you You could get pissed on Pistol whip for the gang On ten fold They just tell me where to aim Thats ten four New tech nine Put it to my temple Blaaatt I'm a be draped up Baby dripped out I've done been too far For a hand out Fuckboy standing round With they hands out When I see em gotta show What these hands bout It's just me and myself Fuck a friend now Sip goop lemonade Wash the xan down Toot two milligrams I ain't playing round Got to know if he straight Pat your man down Bone appetit On a bitch boy Tote two limousines I'm a rich boy Never too rich I ain't got shit boy Think I need it right now Another hit boy If I don't know you You could get pissed on Pistol whip for the gang On ten fold They just tell me where to aim Thats ten four New tech nine Put it to my temple Blaaatt