DameDot - HIBACHI

Are you in the mafia?

Tuck them chains in (In)
It's gon' be a robbery
Super bad bitch with me on the
Way to get hibachi (Mwah)
Seen niggas turn into rats like they rob me
(Rat) i gave Rell a head nod, in the bar
He done dropped 'em
High-profile my boss, John Gotti (Gotti)
She don't like Percs (Oh, yeah)
I hit her with a Scotty (This here)
I know where to take 'em
Make it sixty-four Rossi (Okay)
DMG next, I done killed 'em off, Versace
Every nigga got all slips in my posse
(All slips) rich nigga where? Won't catch
Me in no 'posit's
(Hell nah) I don't got no change on me, boy
Fuck a wallet 223s was meant for his mans
But he caught 'em

New 'Cat with the paper tags, bitch
You know I'm rich
Action impact, blew a bag
Got some brand new blicks
Spoiled lil' bitch want a bag
'cause she know I'm rich
You shouldn't let me pop off first
(Don't do it)
Cause bitch, I ain't gon' miss
(I ain't gon' miss)

I'ma say less (Less)
You know I'm hardbody (Grr)
I got a lil' freak bitch, she nice
And she naughty (Mwah)
You reach for this chain in the club
We stop the party in the bar
Masked up with the gang and the choppy
I'm back talkin' choppy
Bro done hit me with the Wocky
Fucked their bitch at the party
I won't tell no bitch I'm sorry (Uh, huh)
Rose gold lenses in my Cartie's
You could find me in the mall
Is all my racks blue like the fountain?
Say he on my ass, I doubt it
You broke, boy, that's childish
Get the paper, that's major
Fuck them stinkin' hoes, hit 'em later
That's later (Haha)
You never in your feelings
'bout these racks, now, that's player
(That's P) a nigga violate, cross the line
Then erase him
My nigga give my forty for the jeans
He in Dayton (He know)
And when I'm out in Georgia
I got family out in Macon
2022, Lord, I'm the motherfuckin' saviour
(Amen) my puppy plug Asian
(Grr) , he meet me at the agents
Exotic what I'm blazin'
We got dreads like Jamaicans
And we savage like we Haitians
(Facts) , boy
Don't try to be courageous (Nah)
I done fucked her upside down
She keep sayin' I'm creative
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) cCW case, I ate it
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest

New 'Cat with the paper tags, bitch
You know I'm rich
Action impact, blew a bag
Got some brand new blicks
Spoiled lil' bitch want a bag
'cause she know I'm rich
You shouldn't let me pop off first
(Don't do it)
Cause bitch, I ain't gon' miss
(I ain't gon' miss)

Stop this bitch (Grr, grr, grr)

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