Lyrics Bon Appétit - Dr. Fresch, Chetta

Bon Appétit

Pop my shit when I walk in
Dropped two in a cup now I’m saucing
Never do give a fuck when they talking
Might throw you off the deep hoe tossing
All they wanna do is hate when I’m flossing
I’m just tryna get the cake fuck the frosting
Let me glo up baby been bossing
You ain’t did shit now you tryna waltz in
Ima be draped up baby dripped out
I’ve done been too far for a handout
Fuck boys stand 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 xans down
Toot two milligrams i ain’t playing round
Gotta know if he straight pat ya man down
Let me pour this eight in a two foam
I don’t need no love i need benzos
Think I fiend for the money like crystal
Bring it back lil woadie got his own
If I don’t know you you can get pissed on
Pistol whip for the gang on ten fold
They just tell me where to aim and that’s ten four
New tech nine put it to my temple
Bon appétit on a bitch boy
Tote two limousines ima rich boy
Never too rich i ain’t got shit boy
Think i need it right now another hit boy