hibachi (feat. Kodak Black & 21 Savage)
(Wheezy outta here)
What a n- do, you don't ever appreciate
You give me attitude, I just might go cheat today
It's 2021, so I plan on leading the way
I been plottin' my in's and out's, and n- gotta put my cheese away
Took a bad b- to Hibachi in Huaraches
Got too many jewels on my squad, f- a Nazi
Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks
I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop sh-
What's your ETA? I ain't even eat today
I know some n- 'cross the street sell it for a cheaper rate
Still gotta run it up, run it up like I don't got sh-
Always say f- these n- and these b- 'cause they fake
More money than you lil' boys, it ain't no reason for me to hate
Anybody try my sh-, I'm tryna shoot 'em in they face
They know I'm a demon, caught somebody 'round the way
Yeah, I pull up speedin', but n-, I ain't tryna race
Young n- on the scene, I got my Rollie stickin' up
Everybody with more band, they already know we g- up
Shoot past in the county jail, rockin' Yves Saint Laurent
F- on a c- b-, Britney Minaj
F- 'em all, we gon' ball
Stand tall, never fall
Bad b- answer every time I call (21)
Got my G-, use protection, I don't hit her raw (pn God)
Eatin' noodles in the trenches where they break the law
Piss me off, I just might cheat, I got a bad reflex (21)
I got tattoos in my face but I like R&B s- (21)
Hit a couple flight attendants 'cause I ride big jets
And I still ain't met a b- that I'll pay to keep yet
That's deep (21)
Savage own his masters, ain't no shackles on my feet (facts)
Know they takin' pictures tryna calculate a G (rats)
I got tunnel vision, need binoculars to see (21)
Took her to Hibachi, all she wanted was my meat (facts)
Gang hit the corner, n- stopped, dropped and freeze
VVS diamonds in my ear, Christmas Eve (21)
Your lil' b- a th-, you need a DNA from Steve (on God)
My brother sellin' -, he say his money grow on trees (21, 21, 21, 21)
What a nigga do, you don't ever appreciate
You give me attitude, I just might go cheat today
I been plottin' my in's and out's, and n- gotta put my cheese away
Took a bad b- to Hibachi in Huaraches
Got too many jewels on my squad, f- a Nazi
Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks
I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop sh-
What a n- do, you don't ever appreciate
You give me attitude, I just might go cheat today
It's 2021, so I plan on leading the way
I been plottin' my in's and out's, and n- gotta put my cheese away
Took a bad b- to Hibachi in Huaraches
Got too many jewels on my squad, f- a Nazi
Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks
I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop sh-
What's your ETA? I ain't even eat today
I know some n- 'cross the street sell it for a cheaper rate
Still gotta run it up, run it up like I don't got sh-
Always say f- these n- and these b- 'cause they fake
More money than you lil' boys, it ain't no reason for me to hate
Anybody try my sh-, I'm tryna shoot 'em in they face
They know I'm a demon, caught somebody 'round the way
Yeah, I pull up speedin', but n-, I ain't tryna race
Young n- on the scene, I got my Rollie stickin' up
Everybody with more band, they already know we g- up
Shoot past in the county jail, rockin' Yves Saint Laurent
F- on a c- b-, Britney Minaj
F- 'em all, we gon' ball
Stand tall, never fall
Bad b- answer every time I call (21)
Got my G-, use protection, I don't hit her raw (pn God)
Eatin' noodles in the trenches where they break the law
Piss me off, I just might cheat, I got a bad reflex (21)
I got tattoos in my face but I like R&B s- (21)
Hit a couple flight attendants 'cause I ride big jets
And I still ain't met a b- that I'll pay to keep yet
That's deep (21)
Savage own his masters, ain't no shackles on my feet (facts)
Know they takin' pictures tryna calculate a G (rats)
I got tunnel vision, need binoculars to see (21)
Took her to Hibachi, all she wanted was my meat (facts)
Gang hit the corner, n- stopped, dropped and freeze
VVS diamonds in my ear, Christmas Eve (21)
Your lil' b- a th-, you need a DNA from Steve (on God)
My brother sellin' -, he say his money grow on trees (21, 21, 21, 21)
What a nigga do, you don't ever appreciate
You give me attitude, I just might go cheat today
I been plottin' my in's and out's, and n- gotta put my cheese away
Took a bad b- to Hibachi in Huaraches
Got too many jewels on my squad, f- a Nazi
Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks
I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop sh-
Credits
Writer(s): Bill Kapri, Wesley Tyler Glass, Dylan Taylor Cleary-krell, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Rodrick Wayne Moore
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