Mr.Hibachi Lyrics

Ayy It's LMR shit cuz

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I got thirties in my system hella high I'm tryna fuck

I got many men many men spin around and pop a duck

Ain't no trisha when I'm sippin, love the Wocky in my cup

Niggas talkin' like hitters, Mr. Hibachi, chop him up

I got thirties in my system hella high I'm tryna fuck

I got many men many men spin around and pop a duck

Ain't no trisha when I'm sipping love the Wocky in my cup

Niggas talkin' like hitters MrHibachi chop him up

Oh I I ahh shh

Niggas talkin' like hitters MrHibachi chop him up

Oh I I ahh shh

Huh listen

Aye, you thick baby bend that ass over

Let me fuck you from the side bae that ass poking

Aye I put ballistics in the clip now it last longer

You niggas really wanna die the way you talk to me

Add a Couple chains up to my neck didn't cost a fee

Walk up in the function touting pole bet the ops don't see

Shady get the sliding and right or wrong bend the block ghost squeeze

Hating cuz his bitch sing my song while she gawk on knees

She love when I get to talk scoony told her suck it up

Where I'm from infants bussxn ks ain't no knuckle up

I was taught to always catch a fade before them choppas go

Onna scene wit two letter up wit the snatching gold

Call tiny d with the extras he tryna flip the

Load

Holla go looney Im tazzing I'm tryna spin a room

Can't fall in love with no pussy these bitches fliparoos

Up late night trapping n robbing now watch stick n move

Just book the plug for some product I'm tryna ship em too

I'm snatching Grammys and Oscar's them cappers on the news

Oh Mr take yo hoe shopping I heard she need some shoes

I spent a bag and got it back I been dripping come on

I could've died up inna wreck you ain't pick up yo phone

Them lonely days and lonely nights felt abandonment strong

Been contemplating bout my life and the shit that I'm on

My Grammy gone and I can't change get a pint and I pour

Like fuck this pain I need a bag catch me walking through homes

I'm only robbing the robbers see out karma

Be strong

On Insta flexing them jewels then I'm walking em down

Call Machiavelli get em boomed he the talk of the town

Face shot bullets hit his brain he remember me now

I keep a dick up in my knock since enemies bound

I hope they play wit Mr pop em im sending em rounds

I can't complain about a dollar I'm getting him now

I got thirties in my system hella high I'm tryna fuck

I got many men many men spin around and pop a duck

Ain't no Trisha when I'm sipping love the wocky in my cup

Niggas talkin' like hitters Mr. Hibachi chop him up

I got thirties in my system hella high I'm tryna fuck

I got many men, many men, spin around and pop a duck

Ain't no Trisha when I'm sipping love the wocky in my cup

Niggas talkin' like hitters, MrHibachi chop him up

Oh why ah shh

Niggas talkin' like hitters MrHibachi chop him up

Oh why ah, shh

Yeah yeah nigga you already know what's going on

Nigga LMR a dat nigga LMR a dat

Nigga what, LMR a who nigga LMR

Nigga LMR a back nigga fuck it niggas talking bout

Keep talking get your brain splatted

A nigga like that on yeah