Phatahl - Bon Appétit

I've got nothing to say
Bon appétit
Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye!
When I pull up
She gon pop that
Skin buttercup
And I'mma rock that
At the ATM I'mma shop that
She said she want a pic
Bitch crop that
In the crop top
Got a mop top
Hitting every little lick to the tip top
And it won't stop
No it don't stop
Yeah I'm snowing on they ass, frozen drip drop
Yeah all you motherfuckers hate to see me win
Just wait til I pull in the matte black Benz
Got people come screaming saying they my fans
Shoot a look to the guard like get your mans
They've got the cams up, stepping with them Vans up
I've got my bands up, bitches put your hands up
I'm baling big hay, straight outta Kansas
Surfing green waves the salamander
Eat it up, yeah eat it up
I been out here been going crazy
Eat it up, yeah eat it up
I'll make y'all go insane like rabies
Eat it up, yeah eat it up
Cause I been climbing there's no maybe
Eat it up, yeah eat it up
Lemme get a uno, dos, tres
When I pull up
She gon pop that
Skin buttercup
And I'mma rock that
At the ATM I'mma shop that
She said she want a pic
Bitch crop that
In the crop top
Got a mop top
Hitting every little lick to the tip top
And it won't stop
No it don't stop
Yeah I'm snowing on they ass, frozen drip drop
Yeah all you motherfuckers hate to see me win
Just wait til I pull in the matte black Benz
Got people come screaming saying they my fans
Shoot a look to the guard like get your mans
They've got the cams up, stepping with them Vans up
I've got my bands up, bitches put your hands up
I'm baling big hay, straight outta Kansas
Surfing green waves the salamander, ugh
What
Wet wet
Wet, you talking wet? Aye
I heard these bitches talking wet
You talking wet I'mma have to wet the cement

Written by:
Austin Drake

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