Appetite Lyrics

I got an appetite for Franklin
Splat my legs, y'all niggas be here stankin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm drinkin'
I'm on that good syrup
I got an appetite for Franklin
Then why my legs, y'all niggas leave you stankin'
I don't know what the nigga drinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'
Jury in 'em, canning these niggas
Who style straight up killing you niggas
Red bottom, Balenciaga
Ball main like I gotta ball ahead
Nigga Michael Jordan
Come and fly with me, I'm on a private jet
Come and smoke with me, I smoke a pound of sess
Rich game nigga, I can get you out a lot of day
Big face chicks like I hit the drugs at lottery

Like I hit the jackpot, too
And these bitches coming by the threes
I'm at the royal part with all the ice
Build 100 thousand on some dykes
I got an appetite for Franklin
Splat my legs, y'all niggas be here stankin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm drinkin'
I'm on that good syrup
I got an appetite for Franklin
Then why my legs, y'all niggas leave you stankin'
I don't know what the nigga drinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'I done washed my hands with a lot of moola
Choppers in the night nigga, Freddy Krueger
You scared
A million dollars' worth of presidents and they dead
Mohamed Ali, nigga Cassius Clay
He can fuck with dope like anime
Beat the dope to the door, smoke whip
4 5th hanging off a nigga hip
Spit 80000 bands sets, too
20 books from my hand on the shoes
Spin your top nigga, put you on the news
Spend 230000 on a coupeI got an appetite for Franklin
Splat my legs, y'all niggas be here stankin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm drinkin'
I'm on that good syrup
I got an appetite for Franklin
Then why my legs, y'all niggas leave you stankin'
I don't know what the nigga drinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'Driving under the influence of Benjamins
Ski mask over my face, I'm a business man
16 ounces of raw codeine
Swapped out fire M's rewarded
Then maybe you'll understand we'll go on behind the scenes
I'm rocking my gold, Audemarin, that bitch a bling
You watching my watches, not even know what my shit costing
Most of these niggas faking for gazing and they flossing
Leasing your cars, bringing you juice, save your bosses
Tired of records, tired at houses and my office
On the don, my brother, my la familia, I'mma off you
Rich nigga shit, I'm turning down a million dollar offerI got an appetite for Franklin
Splat my legs, y'all niggas be here stankin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm drinkin'
I'm on that good syrup
I got an appetite for Franklin
Then why my legs, y'all niggas leave you stankin'
I don't know what the nigga drinkin'
I don't know what the fuck I'm thinkin'
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