Hibachi Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was down on my meat
Like a popular butcher
Hibachi my choppa
Cause it get to cookin'
The same one's who doubted
The one's who be lookin'
You think he a clerk
By the way he be bookin'
My money straight
But my origin crooked
Don't talk bout a body
The other side lookin'
Ain't give me a chance
So, I went out and took it

[Verse 1]
If you actin' green
Then you bound to get smoked
You would think I'm and author
Cause murder I wrote
I ran up a bag in the store
Like a tote
Got your girl super wet
Now your house got a moat
It's funny how people don't care
When you poor
But as soon as you come up
They all at your door
Don't butter me up
Just cause I'm on a roll
The crackers be mad
Cause they losin' control
I know
I'm on my way
They was all sleepin'
And I woke ‘em up
They say it's alarming
How I'm blowin' up
Surrounded be snakes
I been losin' my trust
They say loosen up
I'm steady on go
Like Metro Boomin
I want me some more
I'm steppin' in Florida
I'm makin' it snow
You need to
Give it up
That's what I say
When I'm hittin' a lick
I was the one
Thuggin' all in the PM
Your girl a thot
Get her out of my DM
She for the streets
Yeah, yeah
Moment of silence
Cause that's how I move
If feelin' handy
How I keep a tool
I been through a lot
And I still keep it cool
I know you need me
Hitta, I don't need you
[Chorus]
I was down on my meat
Like a popular butcher
Hibachi my choppa
Cause it get to cookin' The same one's who doubted
The one's who be lookin'
You think he a clerk
By the way he be bookin'
My money straight
But my origin crooked
Don't talk bout a body
The other side lookin'
Ain't give me a chance
So, I went out and took it

[Verse 2]
I know you proud of me
I just pulled up, did a robbery
I grill ‘em up like hibachi be
No ones on top of me
Except my shorty who toppin' me
I don't see hot as me
I got the confidence
That's why the shorties be flockin' me
And I'm invested so properly
I know you fed up
You better watch the ones close to you
They the ones changin'
When you livin' better
I'm feelin' dynamite
I'm sharing good times
With me and whoever
Your shorty a groupie
Your daddy a goofy
And you just a fruit, not a stepper
You say you down for whatever
But you got to runnin'
Like you winnin' medals
There ain't no love in the streets
I put in the work
You been pickin' at petals
[Chorus]
I was down on my meat
Like a popular butcher
Hibachi my choppa
Cause it get to cookin'
The same one's who doubted
The one's who be lookin'
You think he a clerk
By the way he be bookin'
My money straight
But my origin crooked
Don't talk bout a body
The other side lookin'
Ain't give me a chance
So, I went out and took it

[Outro]
I know you proud of me
I just pulled up, did a robbery

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