Bon Appétit

I ain't no crash-out dummy, but I might crash out
Uh, uh, uh, uh (uh)

I'm his lil' fine shit, I'm his lil' crash out (crash out)
Belt to ass, I get petty when I lash out (lash out)
Sonnin' niggas, I'm like welcome to your dad house
Shitted on them niggas, pissed 'cause they assed out
It's hot outside and I'm lookin' like some heat
Treat Bottega like some Timbs, pay attention to the feet
Sittin' pretty like a bad bitch, ho, have a seat
I'm here to feed the streets, bon appétit (grrr)

Uh, I'm petite or whatever
Tryna cuff me, Van Cleef it or better (better)
What's a bitch wit' a Glock to a steppa?
I ain't never hesitant, I be with whatever (grah, grah, grah)
Pull up with a knock, it's me (hola)
Take it to the gun range, toot it like a G (hola)
I'm a nightmare, bad bitch of his dreams (haha)
Just left out the trench, came back lookin' flee
Lookin' like candy, shit ain't sweet
Ghetto and fancy, bitches ain't me
If I was a nigga, I would put it in your mouth
I ain't goin' back and forth with bitches trollin' from the couch

I'm his lil' fine shit, I'm his lil' crash out (crash out)
Belt to ass, I get petty when I lash out (lash out)
Sonnin' niggas, I'm like welcome to your dad house (hello)
Shitted on them niggas, pissed 'cause they assed out
It's hot outside and I'm lookin' like some heat (uh)
Treat Bottega like some Timbs, pay attention to the feet (uh)
Sittin' pretty like a bad bitch, ho, have a seat (mwah)
I'm here to feed the streets, bon appétit

I'll be damned if a bitch catch me lackin'
It'll never, ever happen
They ain't on shit, they just in the chat chattin'
When the pussy ain't trappin', these bitches start rappin' (bitches start rappin')
No budget on the chain, it's a hunnid a gem (uh)
Niggas run they mouth till I run into them
I be with the gang, it's a hunnid of them
It be dozens of them, you know my brothas are them, yeah
You want a fine bitch, yell it
That's your man, can't be mine, dick, sell it
I'm his lil' demon, but I'm angelic
Give a nigga hell and I can't help it

I'm his lil' fine shit, I'm his lil' crash out (crash out)
Belt to ass, I get petty when I lash out (lash out)
Sonnin' niggas, I'm like welcome to your dad house (hello)
Shitted on them niggas, pissed 'cause they assed out
It's hot outside and I'm lookin' like some heat (uh)
Treat Bottega like some Timbs, pay attention to the feet (uh)
Sittin' pretty like a bad bitch, ho, have a seat (mwah)
I'm here to feed the streets, bon appétit