HIBACHI

Lyrics

[Intro] Are you in the mafia? [Verse 1] Tuck them chains in (In) It's gon' be a robbery Super-bad bitch with me on the way to get hibachi (Mwah) Seen niggas turn into rats like they rob me (Rat) I gave Rell a head nod, in the bar, he done dropped 'em High-profile my boss, John Gotti (Gotti) She don't like Percs (Oh, yeah), I hit her with a Scotty (This here) I know where to take 'em, make it sixty-four Rossi (Okay) DMG next, I done killed 'em off, Versace Every nigga got all slips in my posse (All slips) Rich nigga where? Won't catch me in no 'posits (Hell nah)I don't got no change on me, boy, fuck a wallet 223s was meant for his mans, but he caught 'em [Chorus] New 'Cat with the paper tags, bitch, you know I'm rich Action impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blicks Spoiled lil' bitch want a bag, 'cause she know I'm rich You shouldn't let me pop off first (Don't do it) 'Cause bitch, I ain't gon' miss (I ain't gon' miss) [Verse 2] I'ma say less (Less) You know I'm hardbody (Grr) I got a lil' freak bitch, she nice, and she naughty (Mwah) You reach for this chain in the club, we stop the party In the bar, masked up with the gang and the choppy I'm back talkin' choppy, bro done hit me with the Wocky Fucked their bitch at the party, I won't tell no bitch I'm sorry (Uh-huh) Rose gold lenses in my Cartie's You could find me in the mall, is all my racks blue like the fountain? Say he on my ass, I doubt it You broke, boy, that's childish Get the paper, that's major Fuck them stinkin' hoes, hit 'em later, that's later (Haha) You never in your feelings 'bout these racks, now, that's player (That's P) A nigga violate, cross the line, then erase him My nigga give my forty for the jeans, he in Dayton (He know) And when I'm out in Georgia, I got family out in Macon 2022, Lord, I'm the motherfuckin' saviour (Amen) My puppy plug Asian (Grr), he meet me at the agents Exotic what I'm blazin', we got dreads like Jamaicans And we savage like we Haitians (Facts), boy, don't try to be courageous (Nah) I done fucked her upside down, she keep sayin' I'm creative (Ayy, ayy, ayy) CCW case, I ate it, I'm the motherfuckin' greatest [Chorus] New 'Cat with the paper tags, bitch, you know I'm rich Action impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blicks Spoiled lil' bitch want a bag, 'cause she know I'm rich You shouldn't let me pop off first (Don't do it) 'Cause bitch, I ain't gon' miss (I ain't gon' miss) [Outro] Stop this bitch (Grr, grr, grr)