Bon Appetit

[Intro]
Right off the top, you know I get it
Yo' nigga claiming that he thuggin', but he isn't
I keep a couple killers with me and they trippin'
Better play yo' part 'cause they don't never leave no witness
This one for my mans outta state, yeah they jammed him on the plane
He didn't even get a say
This shit part of the game
Let a nigga think it's sweet and we gon' pull up, let it bang

[Verse]
You don't wanna see me win, that's just what it is
Keep on blowin' up my phone like I'ma answer that
I'm on your head, you didn't know, it's like a pop quiz
Let her throw that ass back and I'ma handle that
Mr. No Lеase, CLK, two seats
Double GG, too street, I'ma fuck on 2 frеaks
Combo two piece, that 40 is on me
Let a nigga think it's good and I'm throwing his ass heat
Perk 10's got me nodding in my bed
Bitch I'm smoking on that gas, I ain't smoking on no reg
Pick a nigga like I'm tryna do a hedge
Ain't no talking out this here when we knocking at yo' head
I know they wanna kill me, Abraham Lincoln
'Cause I be in the kitchen with the pot steamin'
I be in the streets with the Glock beamin'
Nigga, you be on the gram with them clout demons
I think I'm going MIA, MI
Take off to Florida and move the packs across the state lines
Ask the reporter, I hit my quota, yeah I get mines
I know you be rapping but you be capping with them dumb rhymes
I told her come correct if she coming with me
She know she fuckin' with a god like a nun and a priest
Holy father, I'ma drop the bitch in holy water
I hit the club to buy an eighth, shit cost 40 dollars
I need a hundred band lick
Bitch said she hate me, I don't never hear shit
I'ma keep it lit for them thugs that I'm with
I just thought you knew that it is what it is
I'm N2Deep, at the hotel for a week
Don't wanna close my eyes, 'cause I see demons when I sleep
Don't wanna help these niggas, 'cause they use to call me weak
And if yo' name ain't DubbLabs, I don't even want yo' beat
They might be yo' friends, but them niggas ain't friends of me
That might be yo mans, but that niggas my enemy
40 hold a 30, I'm hittin' a 10 at least
Couldn't even sell an eighth, I was selling a 10 a piece
Niggas talking greasy, they really don't wanna beef
Baby, I be by the pit with a toothpick up in my teeth
6 foot 5, now he laying right by my feet
Yeah, the choppa getting hungry, I told him bon appétit