Bon Appètit

[Intro] Mm-hm, uh [Verse 1] Who would've thought that this voice would've spread this far? (Listen) Them peng tings used to little-boy me, now they all tryna squeeze in my car He's no bad man like me If I got "Guilty," I would have been internally scared But look, God gave me a chance (Mm-mm) On the block there's pain, so the opp felt rain, I put that mulli' on my blast I grab that Lou' V in advance They all run out of substance, he's a façade I see my man talk about guns, but he ain't been charged More than two bricks on my ice, they should call me T Avalanche Flex on a bitch, this influencer wanna test up my pockets, I took her to France I bought champagne with caviar, don't mind about me, I'm a star (Mm) Palestine to the D.R.C., put peace to the war Even though I contradict shit that I talk, I still gotta play my part Free up my dargs Them sold out gigs started from a walk in the park (Mm-mm) Abroad for four days, so I bought four Rollies, that watch can't sleep in my yard (No) On tour had the same blueprint as Santan This time last year I thought I was slept on, but this year comin' I feel like the man Tell Dubai "Take off my ban", missed about two-hundred bands, damn Fuck it, I spun New Zealand to Aussie, can't forget all of my Sudo man On God, my album soon land, trust me [Chorus] Case unsolved, I'm an elegant driller All that pain bought my girl Maison Margiela Same way I'll splash for a bredda I beg man don't leave their gyal 'round me, I'll tek her Gyal, stop tryna figure me out, maybe I'm a driller You wanna make babies with that elegant figure Bon appétit, I feed my hitter Case unsolved, I'm an elegant driller All that pain bought my girl Maison Margiela Same way I'll splash for a bredda I beg man don't leave their gyal 'round me, I'll tek her Gyal, stop tryna figure me out, maybe I'm a driller You wanna make babies with that elegant figure Bon appétit, I feed my hitter [Verse 2] I got money to make her thicker Late night, take her Sumosan Twiga There's no brakes, gotta watch out for snakes, cah the fake look bitter Gun man down, now it's bait on Twitter I got postcode war with my old school nigga There's no trace, now put that smoke in my Rizla Bon appétit, got skengs for dinner (Shh) She took a look at my yearly breakdown Ran though five times three-hundred racks Think we lack now? You do the maths (Mm-hm) Stop all that gun chat, run back All of that "He say, she say", been there, done that Phone my habibti, she told me "Come back" Who's that? Chuck the habad in the man bag, bun that Yuck, now they're pourin' out cognac Bad for the opps, but I'm smooth for the ladies, shit then One day she loves me, one day she hates me But you don't even trust me, so why would you plan on a baby? Slow down hon', you make my pull-out game shaky Don't pree up, 'cause that's my goodums 'Bout to make all my old tings go crazy, yo I'm an elegant driller, gyal, rate me [Chorus] Case unsolved, I'm an elegant driller All that pain bought my girl Maison Margiela Same way I'll splash for a bredda I beg man don't leave their gyal 'round me, I'll tek her Gyal, stop tryna figure me out, maybe I'm a driller You wanna make babies with that elegant figure Bon appétit, I feed my hitter Case unsolved, I'm an elegant driller All that pain bought my girl Maison Margiela Same way I'll splash for a bredda I beg man don't leave their gyal 'round me, I'll tek her Gyal, stop tryna figure me out, maybe I'm a driller You wanna make babies with that elegant figure Bon appétit, I feed my hitter [Outro] Ladies and gentlemen This is world class music from Unknown T Bon appétit