Hibachi Strick (Ft. Lil Duke)

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah

[Chorus: Strick]
Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana
Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi
Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly
I'm like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money
I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches
Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny
Bitch like Madonna beside me
Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a Cuban link
Dominican mamis still callin' me papi
Passport my car out the country (Yeah)
We came from nothin' to luxury
Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me
All along, yeah, they was fronting
The coupe got the trunk in the front end
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse: Lil Duke]
Count up a check when I'm horny (Horny)
I spent a dub up in Barney's (Barney's)
We keep them straps like the army (Army)
All them niggas on go, you can't harm me (Harm me)
Fuck TSA, we flew here on a jet
Speak when you say my name, just have respect
I cannot move if you ain't got a check
I like when she give me that neck (Suck it)
My bitch is bad and wet
Diamonds, they hittin', they look like baguettes (Splash)
I cannot play with no lame in the street
This shit ain't checkers, this chess (This chess)
I'm kickin' shit like a punter
I promise, and I do this shit for my mama (Shit)
Whip up a whole brick in front of your eyes
Cook it up like Benihana's
(Wheezy outta here)