Appetite lyrics

by

Future


[Hook]
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you drinkin'
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what you n*ggas drinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'

[Verse 1]
John F Kennedy n*gga
My style straight up killing you n*ggas
Red bottom, Balenciaga, Balmain
Like I got a bald head, n*gga Michael jordan
Come and fly with me I'm on a private jet
Come and smoke with me I smoke a pound of ses
Rich Gang n*gga I can get you out a lot of debt
Big faced chicks, like I hit the Georgia Lottery
Like I hit the jackpot too
Any b*tches coming by the three
I'm at the royal pawn with all the ice
Build a hundred thousand on some dice

[Hook]
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you drinkin'
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what you n*ggas drinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'
[Verse 2]
I done washed my hands, with a lot of mula
Choppers in the night n*gga, Freddie Krueger
n*ggas scared, a million dollars
Run for president and they dead
Muhammed Ali n*gga Cassius Clay
Hit the vault with the dope like anime
Beat the dope till the dope won't whip
Four Fifths hanging off a n*gga hips
Spent eighty thousand bands Sak's Fifth
Twenty bucks from a hundred on the shoes
Spin your top n*gga, put you on the news
Spent two-hundred-thirty-thousand on a coupe

[Hook]
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you drinkin'
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what you n*ggas drinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'

[Verse 3]
Driving under the influence of Benjamins
Ski mask over my face I'mma business man
Sixteen ounces of raw codeine
Swapped out five Ms with whoadie
These b*tches that don't understand what go on behind the scene
I'm rocking my gold Audemar and that b*tch will bling
You watching my watches
Not even knowing what my sh*t costs
Most of these n*ggas faking fugazi and they flossin'
Leasing your car, renting your jewelry, saying you bosses
Title the cars, title the houses, and my office
On the dime, my brother, my la familia, I'mma off him
Rich n*gga sh*t I'm turning down million dollar offers
[Hook]
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you drinkin'
I got an appetite for frame type
My lil' young n*gga leave you n*ggas stanky
I don't know what you n*ggas drinkin'
I don't know what the f*ck you thinkin'
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