"Habachi" lyrics

(Jiggi? No one calls you that)
I ain't even mad you ain't gonna share about you, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Uno, I killed it, what? What?)
What? (Dig)

Pardon your French, ho, you say "we" a lot (We, we)
What about me? I smoke tree-tree a lot (Tree, tree, tree)
If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi (Eat, eat, eat, yeah)
Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you
Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two
And you know we gon' spray at you
Got a Ruger on me, might paint him blue (Pew-pew)

I can't fuck with the bitch 'cause I know she the truth
I'm gettin' the head, I know she the swoop
Big bag, I ain't fryin' the food
You runnin' from me then I'm comin' for you (Dig)
Comin' for me then I'm comin' for you
Dimebag, I'ma give 'em a few
Do his ass, he gonna pay for the loot
I'm too cool, had the suit with the loot
Two-seat coupe, two hoes gotta scoop
Ooh, pass one, you can call that an oop
She bend over, she gon' grab on her boot
I been hit it, I'm just telling the truth

Pardon your French, ho, you say "we" a lot (We, we)
What about me? I smoke tree-tree a lot (Tree, gas)
If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi
Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you (I see)
Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two
So you know we gotta play it cool
12 bitin' with a sabertooth

We just trying to turn the tables, fool (What?)
Ooh, walk around in this spacesuit
'Cause a nigga smokin' moonrock
Stomp 'em out in the moonboots
Run up on me, I'ma soon shoot
(What? Go, what? What?)
There is no oppressing me (What?)
First impressions is the worst (What?)
Do not apply the pressure please
Please do not stand next to me (What?)
Uh, no, there is no testin' me (Dig)
Answer that, I gotta turn your brain to some shredded cheese
Diamonds on my neck, I'm [?] negative six degrees
Hit a nigga with the .45 like isosceles, uh
Sometimes I feel just like I'm Socrates
Kick a lot of shit, they askin' me, "Can I play soccer, please?"
Sell a lot of swag but tell me why these niggas coppin' pleas
Uh, yeah, can you stop it, please?

Pardon your French, ho, you say "we" a lot
What about me? I smoke tree-tree a lot
If I take you out then we gon' eat hibachi
Every nigga 'round me gonna see about you
Every nigga around me, they keep a K or two
And you know we gon' spray at you
Got a Ruger on me, might paint him blue