The Appetizer Lyrics

You ever had to

Sleep in your car

In the summertime

AC ain't blowing

And your lady say she pregnant

But the baby ain't showing

While I'm daydreaming about

A new Mercedes S roaring

Style crazy young gunna

Made these lazy vets boring

And I promise on my mama

Any rapper gotta problem

We can Jay Z Esco it

And don't make echo it

I seen your bm already choosing

If not then why your

Lady breast showing

Tryna make me rest on em

I step different

I'm fresh prince and I'm

Treating these baddies

Like Meg Griffen

Exempt from all the fuckery

Told you we just fucking

How the fuck are you

In love with me

I'm straight up out the boonies

Where it's hard to get

In touch with me

Declining on these goofies

Feeling Godly living sucker free

I'm cut with different cutlery

Don't ever try to compare me

To niggas up the street

They know I'm hot

Cuz when I drop

It's jimmy butler heat

So what's the beef

I'm up early chasing chicken

While you niggas hating on me

Before you brush your teeth

But when I ask for locations

Now it ain't that fucking deep

Lupe gave the flow a 10

Now they tryna fuck with me

Reluctantly

Now say I'm lying

Flow water

They screaming what's the tea

Faragomo

For my bitch she be living luxury

Now pay him homage

Play a tune

But I never touched a key

To make a dollar

Pussy boy you don't know a

Mother fucking thing about em

Make titties drop out

Like they took a

Break from college

She eat the dick but baby

know I'll be ok without her

Them niggas thought this

Shit was sweet

Until I made em sour

We done took they insults

Branded em and made em ours

This what happen if they ever

Let you play with bowser

You'll hear the fire in my speech

Long as you hang around em

I got your main thang open

Do my thang in silence

Sometimes u wanna get results

Then all it take is violence

But we ain't never

Do the most for follows

Cuz when it's gas

Shit the Aroma follows

Ashing in corona bottles

Flexing while laxing

With aerobics models

Heavy hitter you gon think

That they done cloned Apollo

Southern spitter he a killer

With his own bravado

The numbers low

But still pressure

Bitch we smoke gelato

It's really stack season

For that reason

Move in silence cuz like 21

We would never post the Latto

All these scriptures and verses

Like I wrote the Bible

A young goat that ain't happy

Til he smoke his idols

You in a scope I'm tryna snipe

Whoever holds the title

I'll write a verse that make you

Wish a nigga wrote your albums

That's just just the west side

Southern Pines in him

Whole nine dime with em

Get your top five niggas

If you ain't a ally

Then you a appetizer

If you not my nigga bitch