(Haitian Creole)
[Chorus]
Bon Aprés-Midi
[?]
[Verse: Mach-Hommy]
Ayo yo
I smack the ether nine out you, I doubt you
Look, I don’t give a f*ck about you
I put the bruk up in your fossil
You steppin' on the dope with [?] like Fresno’s
Giuseppe’s and some bar of soap and an Armalite Tec
n*ggas definitely on a lotta coke and a lotta Sprite, bless
Shoot you in your forehead like Botox
n*ggas want less we playing checkers like robots
(n*ggas want less we playing checkers like, checkers like)
Damier messiah, hog-tie on the Christopher
Bag cost more than [?] f*ck your temperature
I’m a hot boy till I die, what’s the integers?
Long 4-9-3-11
Style wars will get your washed dry with your bredren
Why you try to race a Mach 5 with a 7?
Tell Anna Wintour get Mach-Hommy on the Vogue’s list
Tell Forbes’ list, Mach-Hommy on a road trip