CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : HIBACHI

Are you in the mafia?

Tuck them chains in (In)
It's gon' be a robbery
Super-bad b*t*h with me on the way to get hibachi (Mwah)
Seen n***as 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 n***a got all slips in my posse (All slips)
Rich n***a where? Won't catch me in no 'posits (Hell nah)I don't got no change on me, boy, f**k a wallet
223s was meant for his mans, but he caught 'em

New 'Cat with the paper tags, b*t*h, you know I'm rich
Action impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blicks
Spoiled lil' b*t*h want a bag, 'cause she know I'm rich
You shouldn't let me pop off first (Don't do it)
'Cause b*t*h, I ain't gon' miss (I ain't gon' miss)

I'ma say less (Less)
You know I'm hardbody (Grr)
I got a lil' freak b*t*h, 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
F**ked their b*t*h at the party, I won't tell no b*t*h 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 a**, I doubt it
You broke, boy, that's childish
Get the paper, that's major
F**k 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 n***a violate, cross the line, then erase him
My n***a 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 motherf**kin' 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 f**ked her upside down, she keep sayin' I'm creative (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
CCW case, I ate it, I'm the motherf**kin' greatest
New 'Cat with the paper tags, b*t*h, you know I'm rich
Action impact, blew a bag, got some brand new blicks
Spoiled lil' b*t*h want a bag, 'cause she know I'm rich
You shouldn't let me pop off first (Don't do it)
'Cause b*t*h, I ain't gon' miss (I ain't gon' miss)

Stop this b*t*h (Grr, grr, grr)