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

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