Bon Appétit (feat. Chetta)

Aye, aye

Aye, aye

Aye, pop, pop

Pop my shit when I walk in

Drop two in a cup, now I'm saucin'

Never do give a fuck what they talkin'

Might throw you out the deep, old tossin'

All they wanna do is hate when I'm flossin'

I'm just tryna get the cake, fuck the frostin'

Let me glow up, baby been bossin'

You ain't did shit, now you tryna waltz in

Whoa, bon appétit on a bitch boy

Toke 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

It's the will for the gang on tenfold

Bitches tell me where to aim, that's ten fold

New TEC-9, put it to my temple (Brrah)

(Whoa)

(Whoa)

(Whoa)

(Aye, aye)

(Whoa, aye, aye)

(Aye, ya)

I'ma be draped out, baby dripped up

I done been too far for a handout

Fuck boys stayin' round with they hands out

When I see 'em, gotta show 'em what these hands 'bout

It's just me and myself, fuck a friend now

Sip goop, lemonade wash the sand down

Took 2 milligrams, I ain't playin' 'round

Gotta know if he straight, pat your man down

Whoa, bon appétit on a bitch boy

Toke 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

It's the will for the gang on tenfold

Bitches tell me where to aim, that's ten fold

New TEC-9, put it to my temple (Brrah)

(Whoa)

(Whoa)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Whoa)

(Aye, aye)

(Whoa, aye, aye)

(Aye, what, what)