HIBACHI

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Don't fuck with OTL, that's what I'm saying
Bombaclaat, motherfucker get killed
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blam, blam, blam

[Chorus]
Damn, we just did him so filthy, he can't wake up (Woadie)
Why the fuck you niggas hate so much? Go get your cake up (You hear me?)
All my opps pussy as a bitch, lil' woadie fake tough (Blatt, blatt)
I'm the type to put them in a casket with some make-up
Please, don't make me swerve up with that cutter and them D cups (Skrrt)
Chopstick cooking in front of your friends like Hibachi (Ha)
Make a more sit down and I hit tricks with that choppa
Only gangsta with his crew, he dying in front of his partners (Pussy)

[Verse]
Kick my first dope at thirteen, how about you? (How about you?)
Put a rapper in Backwood and hide the box in (Pah)
Boy, you pussy, you just act hood, camouflaging (Pussy)
Swerve up on that boy in person, he ain't want no problems (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Real blooded nigga, so you know I still shot 'em (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
OTL Beezy, one slimy ass nigga (Slimy ass nigga)
I be in the A with them rich slime niggas (Rich slime)
Fuck this rap shit, I'm going back to drug dealing (Fuck it)
I might squash the beef and fuck around and still kill you (Slime)
I'ma buy two thousand bricks when a nigga get a million (Blatt)
I'm investing in some murders when a nigga get a million (Pussy)
I will zip a rapper up and still listen to his music (Slime)
How the fuck nobody died, but you niggas always shoot me? (Lying)
My lil' woadie shoot you in the name of love like he Cupid (Vyoom)
You got guns for Instagram, woadie, you don't ever use it (Pussy)
Got a switch up on that choppa, make you sing like Whitney Houston (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Can't wait 'til they free Black Gwaluh, he innocent, no, he ain't do it (Free Black Gwaluh)
Better not go against the gang, pussy bitch, you must be stupid (Stupid ass nigga)
Nowadays everybody acting like some shooters (Pussy)
'til they really meet a killer and he pull up like, "Let's do it" (Let's do it)
Got a switch-up on that choppa, make you sing like Whitney Houston (Hee-hee)
Shoot that pussy nigga 'til he smell of fucking booty (Pussy)

[Chorus]
Damn, we just did him so filthy, he can't wake up (Woadie)
Why the fuck you niggas hate so much? Go get your cake up (Slime)
All my opps pussy as a bitch, lil' woadie fake tough (Blatt)
I'm the type to put them in a casket with that make-up (Pussy)
Please, don't make me swerve up with that cutter and them D cups (D cups)
Chopstick cooking in front his partners like Hibachi (Hibachi)
Make a more sit down and I hit tricks with that choppa (Pah, blatt)

[Outro]
Pah, pah, pah, pah