Hibachi Lyrics

Hey sauced up that's hibachi

Everything proper

RTA ain't no other way

Sauced up like hibachi

First off, off top, understand I'm

Movin

Gang shit no lame shit

Everything proper

No lane switch hey

First off, off top, understand I'm Movin

If I wasn't on the block I was in an institution

Taft youth center make a young hitta ruthless

Cumberland hall moccasin bend stupid

Yeen tryna box what the fuck is you doing?

Oh he talking Glock tucked well boy I hope you use it

Hope you get it off of ya hope you get to it

Cause momma gon lose ya

Face so stomped left his brain with contusions

Saving him through with

Post it on her page they gon warn you fore you view it

I be getting to it but I be going through it

You don't get that yeen doing what I'm doing

In conclusion, I ain't nothing like you

Homies throw them trays up every time I ride through

Used to be at work making plays at the drive thru

Now it's head waking up and for I say goodnight too

Really a nice dude why they second guessing that

I'm the type you call for wax and really help with that

Pull up on you ready like what address was that

And all I ask is keep it real meaning never rat

I'm forever strapped cause loyalty been dying off

A bitch'll say she love you suck you just to slide it off

Think she slick go back to fuckin' tryna ride it raw

What's funny is who she think a dummy bitch you fired get lost

My time cost like a bustdown audemar

Trap like emissions we was catching all the cars

Ain't no key in the ignition this a auto start

Popped the trunk like where the engine they said knock it off

Getting money all day ain't no clock involved

Less somebody running later than we talked about

Switch position for the play right for I drop it off

Before that sitting same place I be stalking y'all

Sauced up that's hibachi

Yeen getting money that ain't really my problem

Everybody round me hustlin' I was on a bottle

I ain't know shit bout much but a dollar

Came up in the bottom looking up to the ballers

To this day you see me round just know I'm wit the robbers

I be with the hustlers I be with the shottas

Find me with the thugs find me with the mobsters

Nineteen hundred white boy in the projects

Twenty kept me on my shit try him it's a process

Twenty three hundred get you bowed like a mosh pit

And I can make it land now like a damn bomb threat

Got homies in the land now touch me they gon chop shit

Big fo tray gangsta not no out the box shit

Ain't got time to waste wit ya I am not a locksmith

No one here gon play wit ya we ain't with the nonsense

Peter pan fly like I'm up there where the stars is

I don't play bout mine promise I done left a shard split

Whippin' with ammonia baking soda at the broad crib

Trap phone dead swangs calling while it's charging

Member aux cord trapping in the goddamn Honda

Three different hotels really had the hard drugs

Walkie talkie channel hopping just to keep em off us

Now It's reservation whole squad Benihanas

Miss me with the hard stuff i don't even talk tough

Probably think I'm pussy for a while til I walk up

Probably played the good alibi tryna dog cuz

Now I'm off the hook no P.O.I. just out here sauced up

Real g's never heard it's signs yeen catch that

Say he ain't no runner meanwhile all he do is fetch packs

Rolling all the tree up told when to get snacks

Probably pouring drinks up asking can I get that

Might be one around you now mad I just said that

Slick happy they got clout sad cause it's dead facts

Bitches birds on the ground asking where the bread at

Fuck off when you not around ya dawg know where that head at

Only good rat a dead rat that ain't how they living now

Shit so fuckin' watered down everybody killa now

Everybody sending rounds everybody getting pounds

Shit go back to how it was bet everybody getting down

Sauced up that's hibachi

Yeen getting money that ain't really my problem

Everybody round me hustlin' I was on a bottle

I ain't know shit bout much but a dollar

Came up in the bottom looking up to the ballers

To this day you see me round just know I'm with the robbers

I be with the hustlers I be with the shottas

Find me with the thugs find me with the mobsters