Roddy Ricch - ​hibachi lyrics

[Intro] (Wheezy outta here) [Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch] What a ni**a do, you don't ever appreciate You give me attitude, I just might go cheat today It's 2021, so I plan on lead the way I been plottin' my in's and out's, and ni**a gotta put my cheese away [Chorus: Roddy Ricch] Took a bad b*tch to Hibachi in Huaraches Got too many jewels on my squad, fu*k a Nazi Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop sh*t What's your ETA? I ain't even eat today I know some ni**a 'cross the street sell it for a cheaper rate Still gotta run it up, run it up like I don't got sh*t Always say fu*k these ni**as and these b*tches 'cause they fake [Verse 1: Kodak Black] More money than you lil' boys, it ain't no reason for me to hate Anybody try my sh*t, I'm tryna shoot 'em in they face They know I'm a demon, caught somebody 'round the way Yeah, I pull up speedin', but ni**a, I ain't tryna race Young ni**a on the scene, I got my Rollie stickin' up Everybody with more band, they already know we glizzied up Shoot past in the county jail, rockin' Yves Saint Laurent fu*kin' on a cracker b*tch, Britney Minaj [Verse 2: 21 Savage] fu*k 'em all, we gon' ball Stand tall, never fall Bad b*tch answer every time I call (21) Got my Glock, use protection, I don't hit her raw (On God) Eatin' noodles in the trenches where they break the law (Pussy) Piss me off, I just might cheat, I got a bad reflex (21) I got tattoos in my face but I like R&B sex (21) Hit a couple flight attendants 'cause I ride big jets And I still ain't met a b*tch that I'll pay to keep yet That's deep (21) Savage own his masters, ain't no shackles on my feet (Facts) Know they takin' pictures tryna calculate a G (Rats) I got tunnel vision, need binoculars to see (21) Took her to Hibachi, all she wanted was my meat (Facts) Gang hit the corner, ni**a stopped, dropped and freeze (Pussy) VVS diamonds in my ear, Christmas Eve (21) Your lil' b*tch a thot, you need a DNA from Steve (On God) My brother sellin' P's, he say his money grow on trees (21, 21, 21, 21) [Pre-Chorus: Roddy Ricch] What a ni**a do, you don't ever appreciate You give me attitude, I just might go cheat today It's 2021, so I plan on lead the way I been plottin' my in's and out's, and ni**a gotta put my cheese away [Outro: Roddy Ricch] Took a bad b*tch to Hibachi in Huaraches Got too many jewels on my squad, fu*k a Nazi Two hundred fifty cash, hit Japan and get some chopsticks I've been with lil' man, countin' up bands, I ain't gotta drop sh*t