"Hibachi" lyrics
(feat. KEY! & Nikki Sweets)
[Key!:]
Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga
Okay, [?]
Baby I'm a killer, you got [?]
[Nikki Sweets:]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
[Chuck Inglish:]
Stop drop and rollin', got it rockin' off the gold ice
Hockey on the foreign, had to check 'em to the wall, aye
That's the rule we talkin' business, what's the cost
You can get 'em on the call if they know that I'm involved
Back on, like a trap phone, like the clap on
Aye, baby girl that is not yours
I was makin' iceberg work with the Rockports
Dipped in gold like I sold half a million albums
And I'm icy like [?]
The way I get dressed, you would've thought this was a real sport
Run it up a little more, it ain't enough paper
Gotta double that offer, I don't think that I can make it
[Nikki Sweets:]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
[Sir Michael Rocks:]
Yea
Uh
You in that A Class, baby mama Benz, bottom of the barrel
Tell a nigga what you wanna spend, I can set a price
Take a whole section of the pie, you can get a slice
Global warming ain't real, then why they got the better ice
Let's go, used to think rich was an Audemars
Balenciagas, a garage with a lot of cars
'Til I met a nigga named Hanz with a bodyguard
Nigga great granddad designed on the Autobahn
That's in Germany
I'm a rich nigga permanently
Aye crazy girls that I run in a key
He throw a band and I'm throwin' it too
Tap my little bitch, ask her what we goin' to do
[Nikki Sweets:]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
[Key!:]
Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga
Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga
Okay, [?]
Baby I'm a killer, you got [?]
[Nikki Sweets:]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
[Chuck Inglish:]
Stop drop and rollin', got it rockin' off the gold ice
Hockey on the foreign, had to check 'em to the wall, aye
That's the rule we talkin' business, what's the cost
You can get 'em on the call if they know that I'm involved
Back on, like a trap phone, like the clap on
Aye, baby girl that is not yours
I was makin' iceberg work with the Rockports
Dipped in gold like I sold half a million albums
And I'm icy like [?]
The way I get dressed, you would've thought this was a real sport
Run it up a little more, it ain't enough paper
Gotta double that offer, I don't think that I can make it
[Nikki Sweets:]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Goin' on
[Sir Michael Rocks:]
Yea
Uh
You in that A Class, baby mama Benz, bottom of the barrel
Tell a nigga what you wanna spend, I can set a price
Take a whole section of the pie, you can get a slice
Global warming ain't real, then why they got the better ice
Let's go, used to think rich was an Audemars
Balenciagas, a garage with a lot of cars
'Til I met a nigga named Hanz with a bodyguard
Nigga great granddad designed on the Autobahn
That's in Germany
I'm a rich nigga permanently
Aye crazy girls that I run in a key
He throw a band and I'm throwin' it too
Tap my little bitch, ask her what we goin' to do
[Nikki Sweets:]
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
[Key!:]
Mama don't worry, daddy don't worry
I will never be like these pussy niggas
Police and promoters tryna book a nigga
Hibachi, I'ma cook a nigga
