"Appetite" lyrics
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Appetite designer, I cannot digest
Eat filet mignon, your honor, how could I be stressed?
Dope fiends overdose on Molly, cardiac arrest
How you think you're out here safe with that lil' plated vest?
I'm water whippin' out the Pyrex, Yola turn to flesh
Broke pockets wastin' time when y'all just don't invest
Nigga said his bitch a ten but bro, I'm not impressed
See this .9 shoot at your head, it don't care what you bench
The violence never quenched, nigga
Pour up a four, it put me in a
Pour up a four, it put me in a coma
I'm countin' this money, nigga, I'm a loner
I walk with the stick on me, feel like a soldier
Said they want the old me, but shit, I got older
You ain't that real, nigga, you is a poser
You ain't totin' no guns, nigga, that's your persona
Baow, I hit his face, but I swear that I aimed at his soldier
And you walkin' on land, bitch, I hop in the rover
I just threw on my diamonds, the room got colder
Codeine in my cup, yeah, I'm sippin' on Folgers
The fuck [?] my Glock in a holder
You get hit with this choppa, we not finna choke ya
Nigga, oh
No time to die, nigga
Let that shit be known
Appetite designer, I cannot digest
Eat filet mignon, your honor, how could I be stressed?
Dope fiends overdose on Molly, cardiac arrest
How you think you're out here safe with that lil' plated vest?
I'm water whippin' out the Pyrex, Yola turn to flesh
Broke pockets wastin' time when y'all just don't invest
Nigga said his bitch a ten but bro, I'm not impressed
See this .9 shoot at your head, it don't care what you bench
The violence never quenched, nigga
Pour up a four, it put me in a
Pour up a four, it put me in a coma
I'm countin' this money, nigga, I'm a loner
I walk with the stick on me, feel like a soldier
Said they want the old me, but shit, I got older
You ain't that real, nigga, you is a poser
You ain't totin' no guns, nigga, that's your persona
Baow, I hit his face, but I swear that I aimed at his soldier
And you walkin' on land, bitch, I hop in the rover
I just threw on my diamonds, the room got colder
Codeine in my cup, yeah, I'm sippin' on Folgers
The fuck [?] my Glock in a holder
You get hit with this choppa, we not finna choke ya
Nigga, oh
No time to die, nigga
Let that shit be known
