bon appétit Lyrics

I'm up, I'm paid, you broke, no way

I paved the way for my hoes to get paid

And my bros, who knows, they probably smokin' on a rose

I suppose anything goes, cause I'm the boss that you all know

What's up, I'm Brae

I'm ballin' every day (mhm)

Woah, oh no, gave your girl fellatio

Hey, it's okay, she calls me twice a day

She checks in with those thick hips like every other way

She memorizing my dick spit, scannin' my DNA

I don't mess with dudes, all I fuckin' do is tits and a

I like food, put your pussy on my motherfuckin' face (please)

Get some truffle butter and a fork and I will have my dinner made

That's crazy

Never even linked with a broke bitch

That's crazy

Never let a fuck hoe slurp down my babies

I haven't been broke lately, just face it

I'm paid and yo baby stay eatin' my babies

My foes are itchin' to fight, I can see red in their eyes

But what else I fuckin' see is a fuckin' reason to get a rise

I'm on game right now, man, I won't even lie

If they catch another glance

I'ma send 'em to the sky

Cause I got a, loose trigger and a brain that can't die

But like, who figures, I be the reason they fly

Hold on, painkillers be the reason they cry

You know my gorillas, they will make you fly (bop bop)

My brother's gonna make you die (hold on)

My iron's gonna make you scream (what)

My tongue's gonna make your girl dream

My gun's gonna yap that beam

My calls collect, my bars connect

My head, it resurrects these 10's from the dead

It's not Necrophilic

It's just that these lines are cryptic

She's got on that dark red lipstick

Her lips leave red marks on my thick stick

Neck kissin' leads to gettin some quick dick

Bebop, been beatin' on the beat since the beat dropped

Four wheels on my ride, that's the sweet spot

Sweet tea in my hand, smokin' wheat crop

Two-tone Corvette and it's a T-top

Oh yeah, that's going in the next one