Bon Appetite Lyrics

We in this bitch

Yea

Its Blizzy

Bossmane

Movin Ps where the shooters rule the scene at

My troopers eating like lil kids wit holloween bags

No Uber Eats but we got Bon Appetite

Took too many L's this year too many RIPs

Would I be wrong if I blew up n left the streets

Or should I stay on demon time and run it back for keeps

I cant fuck wit dude no mo I heard he the police

These goofies always doing the most they doon it for the streams

I'm wit mob I'm trynna stay from SWAT n em

They just hot we doing our thing guess we a problem

Im a vet so I be moving around wit confidence

Shorty on my head she want me deep in her esophagus

We don't just be woofin I ain't neva been no pump fake

Laughing at these corn balls on the gram I'm gettin a tummy ache

When Celly left me hanging I got hot but I still love him tho

You know wassup wit dude if we cross paths I prolly cut his throat

Miss my daughter everyday so sorry if my patience tight

If u got your paper right it's nun fa me to take a flight

Savage told me keep applying pressure so I took a oath

I vow to keep the trap in motion Blizzy word is good as gold

Movin Ps where the shooters rule the scene at

My troopers eating like lil kids wit holloween bags

No Uber Eats but we got Bon Appetite

Took too many L's this year too many RIPs

Would I be wrong if I blew up n left the streets

Or should I stay on demon time and run it back for keeps

I cant fuck wit dude no mo I heard he the police

These goofies always doing the most they doon it for the streams

Goofy