FUTURE - Appetite lyrics

rate me

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 coupe

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’

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 offer

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’