Lyrics Bon Appétit (feat. Chetta) - Dr. Fresch

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