Bon Appetit ft. Mak Bandz Lyrics

I like that pussy sweeter than sweet

Niggas want work but say they want it cheaper than cheap

If you want him off the streets then he be gone in a week

The people listen when I talk like a preacher when he speak

We serving bowls and plates, nigga bon appetit

If my nigga get hungry I give him some to eat

If you ain't one of mine then we playing for keeps

It's a bag in the streets till my nigga go deep

Heard you gotta kill the wolfs, if you tryna protect the sheep

Mask on when we hunt like we bout to go trick or treat

You can pray to God I know my niggas they protecting me

You ain't gotta kill just be valuable if you next to me

My brother playing with the dog, he in the vic league

I can turn your 100 to a thousand, it's the flip league

The way I clutch and it shift you can tell I'm in the 6th speed

I know niggas want it all coming from the 6th seed

Niggas think cause they got flip phones that mean they flip things

The only time I seen him touch the work was on a brick meme

Huh, yeah, nigga not at all

Told Mak I'ma try to hit a bank, let's go set it off

My nigga said he got a 36 but he keep it clean

Told him gotta crawl before you walk, we all got big dreams

Stepping off the porch and get hit like it's leap frog

Feeling Jazzy, get your casket sent to Utah

I like that pussy sweeter then it's sweet

Niggas want work but say they want it cheaper than cheap

If you want him off the streets then he be gone in a week

The people listen when I talk like a preacher when he speak

We serving bowls and plates, nigga bon appetit

If my nigga get hungry I give him some to eat

If you ain't one of mine then we playing for keeps

It's a bag in the streets, told my nigga go deep

Uh, hate to make them spin your shit

I don't start, I finish it, stand over no witnesses

Boy that nigga bled out from the leg, you not killing shit

I signed checks for head shots, he closed casket benefits

Strapped or not , you been a bitch, bro give a pass he innocent

Was young when I got in the shit and Q wasn't even in the mix

If you get caught with it, they gon' end your shit

All these niggas tryna catch me, hand and to send assist

Start off at the corner then I send a blitz

Know I'm tryna get in so I send a bitch

We ah make you miss your homie, make you Reminisce

We'll really spend that paper to get it dismissed

Would've stuck to sports if I weighed more

Now I weigh more, if you got meth I'll trade for it

We skate down on shit without cascade floors

Tryna get a double R and I'ma skip the Range Rover. Hood rich

I like that pussy sweeter then sweet

Niggas want work but say they want it cheaper than cheap

If you want him off the streets then he be gone in a week

The people listen when I talk like a preacher when he speak

We serving bowls and plates, nigga bon apptit

If my nigga get hungry I give him something to eat

If you ain't one of mine then we playing for keeps

It's a bag in the streets till my nigga go deep