HIBACHI - The Cool Kids, Key!, Nikki Sweets

Mama don’t worry, daddy don’t worry

I will never be like these pussy niggas

Police and promoters tryna book a nigga

Hibachi, I’ma cook a nigga

Okay,

Baby I’m a killer, you got

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Goin' on

Stop drop and rollin', got it rockin' off the gold ice

Hockey on the foreign, had to check 'em to the wall, aye

That’s the rule we talkin' business, what’s the cost

You can get 'em on the call if they know that I’m involved

Back on, like a trap phone, like the clap on

Aye, baby girl that is not yours

I was makin' iceberg work with the Rockports

Dipped in gold like I sold half a million albums

And I’m icy like

The way I get dressed, you would’ve thought this was a real sport

Run it up a little more, it ain’t enough paper

Gotta double that offer, I don’t think that I can make it

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Goin' on

Yea

Uh

You in that A Class, baby mama Benz, bottom of the barrel

Tell a nigga what you wanna spend, I can set a price

Take a whole section of the pie, you can get a slice

Global warming ain’t real, then why they got the better ice

Let’s go, used to think rich was an Audemars

Balenciagas, a garage with a lot of cars

'Til I met a nigga named Hanz with a bodyguard

Nigga great granddad designed on the Autobahn

That’s in Germany

I’m a rich nigga permanently

(Aye crazy girls that I run in a key?)

He throw a band and I’m throwin' it too

Tap my little bitch, ask her what we goin' to do

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?

Mama don’t worry, daddy don’t worry

I will never be like these pussy niggas

Police and promoters tryna book a nigga

Hibachi, I’ma cook a nigga