HIBACHI Lyrics

Ima make her tap like UFC

She gone throw it back yea all on me

Shh we was in the trap tryna serve them Ps

I got some tricks up my sleeve

She tryna hold in that freak

Knock the dust off that Pussy

Some slight get away for the week

I woke up today that's a blessing

I just pull up & collect it

You don't want this to get hectic

Came.for.the.most.not.the.lesser

You can't finesse a finesser

I could tell yo nigha lame he is not I

Way b4 i had the name been a hot shot

You would think it was my name she call me pa pa

Cuddy say we at the range we brought the mops out

I got the lift like a jack we get the chips make it stack

Think I'm John wick with the strap

We Turn your crib into a trap

Been on the grind so much that I do not party

You Couldn't do me better if we swapped bodies

Come from where they shooting up the block party

Paint a picture with it I'ma rap artist

Say she naked I'm not even there yet

Shawty know that I could get the bed wet

All up in your ear just like a head set

Have you sleeping over like it's bed rest

I could put you on to thangs we could lock in

Japanese vibe we at Hibachi

Mcqueens on my feet no huraches

Freight train tell me who gone stop me