Lowtyde - HIBACHI TEMP Lyrics

These niggas done f*ck up, they done let me in the kitchen
Left me unsupervised and shit
And the beat goes on and on and on
Yeah, the beat goes on, yeah
And the beat goes on and on and on
Yeah, the beat goes on, yeah
High vol scorer from a mid-range level
Got a little jumper, little greasy with the handle
Fly as a bish, just got the passport
So I can leave Florida and never come back
It's a real nigga anthem
Get your f*cking hands up
Moving with the sun, feeling one with the gassuh
Hit it one time, I forgot who the past to
I ain't too religious, but there's heaven in this gas bruh
Living hella fast bruh
But that ain't my shit, rather sit at the crib
As I spark me a candle
To go with my spliff, as I light an incense
Now it's smoky like Robinson
Jumping up out of the gym like Nate Robinson
Heard you was dropping some shit, let's be honest
Whatever you planning on dropping ain't hot as this
Cook at Hibachi Temp
Yeah, and I don't do shit but sit in my room
And the beat goes on, and on, and on
Yeah, the beat goes on
I don't do shit but sit in my room
And the beat goes on, and on, and on
Yeah the beat goes on
I don't do shit but sit in my room
And I don't do shit but sit in my room