bon appétit

I'm up, I'm paid, you broke, no way I paved the way for my hoes to get paid And my bros, who knows, they probably smokin' on a rose I suppose anything goes, cause I'm the boss that you all know What's up, I'm Brae I'm ballin' every day (mhm) Woah, oh no, gave your girl fellatio Hey, it's okay, she calls me twice a day She checks in with those thick hips like every other way She memorizing my dick spit, scannin' my DNA I don't mess with dudes, all I fuckin' do is tits and a I like food, put your pussy on my motherfuckin' face (please) Get some truffle butter and a fork and I will have my dinner made That's crazy Never even linked with a broke bitch That's crazy Never let a f*ck hoe slurp down my babies I haven't been broke lately, just face it I'm paid and yo baby stay eatin' my babies My foes are itchin' to fight, I can see red in their eyes But what else I fuckin' see is a fuckin' reason to get a rise I'm on game right now, man, I won't even lie If they catch another glance I'ma send 'em to the sky Cause I got a, loose trigger and a brain that can't die But like, who figures, I be the reason they fly Hold on, painkillers be the reason they cry You know my gorillas, they will make you fly (bop bop) My brother's gonna make you die (hold on) My iron's gonna make you scream (what) My tongue's gonna make your girl dream My gun's gonna yap that beam My calls collect, my bars connect My head, it resurrects these 10's from the dead It's not Necrophilic It's just that these lines are cryptic She's got on that dark red lipstick Her lips leave red marks on my thick stick Neck kissin' leads to gettin some quick dick Bebop, been beatin' on the beat since the beat dropped Four wheels on my ride, that's the sweet spot Sweet tea in my hand, smokin' wheat crop Two-tone Corvette and it's a T-top Oh yeah, that's going in the next one