Mr. Miyagi
Yeah, whoa, Migo (ooh)
Let me take these fuck niggas back to the Bando, man (ugh)
Take 'em to the house with the boards on the windows
It's a drought in the summer (trap!), but we working all winter (ooh)
Take 'em to the Northside, where Migo was invented (North)
Run up on me now, bet I hit you with extensions (ugh)
Dabbin' through the city (dab) they gon' fuck up nothin' but Benji's
When I walk into the trap house (uh)
Bet I run straight to the kitchen (One Time)
I got Molly, I got white, I know, that I told you in Hannah Montana (Hannah Montana)
Made a million overnight
Versace it got me a drop head Phantom (Versace)
Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi)
Little bitty bitch she walkin' up, look at her body
The work I divide it ('vide it)
Acrobatic, nigga, take the brick and circumcise it
You'll remember ('member me?)
Trappin' out the house the window boarded up with timber
You a pretender ('tender)
I am the boss, Head Honcho call me Simba (Simba!)
You niggas just some beginners (beginner)
I am a boss call me Simba (boss)
I am the master I'm Mr. Miyagi
I'm in the kitchen whippin' chemicals
My nigga's criminals, wanna get physical
You walk around with your pockets on minimal
Remix a brick and make it look identical
Overseas chopper, intercontinental
Trap out the bando before you serve look out the peep-hole
The people be watching for kilos
I'm with the vato's que pasa to all my amigos
I'm trappin' I feel like I'm Nino (Nino)
And all this motherfucking cheese (broccoli)
Nigga, just call me Dorito (why?)
I'm selling fishes, I got Nemo fuck with Carlito
Ten key's on the yacht, boat shoot freethrow
Offset
Detective looking for me asking 'bout me
"Nigga, where's the pistol? Nigga, know you got it" (where is it?)
Somebody snitchin' sayin' that I'm the nigga (somebody)
In the city plugged in like a socket
I don't know what the fuck these nigga's talkin' 'bout?
Sat me down asked me, "You gonna talk or not?" (sat me down)
No arguing, fussin', discussion
I do not know nothing, I haven't see nothin' (no!)
And the Mulsanne parked in the driveway
Nobody thought I would be back in the day
When I pull up, I'm lookin' in they face
I thank the Lord 'cause I'm eatin' say my grace (God)
Back in the Bando whippin' particles (Bando)
And you can catch me in magazine articles (articles)
Balenciaga nigga dressing remarkable (ooh)
In the game permanently not erasable (permanent)
Let me take these fuck niggas back to the Bando, man (ugh)
Take 'em to the house with the boards on the windows
It's a drought in the summer (trap!), but we working all winter (ooh)
Take 'em to the Northside, where Migo was invented (North)
Run up on me now, bet I hit you with extensions (ugh)
Dabbin' through the city (dab) they gon' fuck up nothin' but Benji's
When I walk into the trap house (uh)
Bet I run straight to the kitchen (One Time)
I got Molly, I got white, I know, that I told you in Hannah Montana (Hannah Montana)
Made a million overnight
Versace it got me a drop head Phantom (Versace)
Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi)
Little bitty bitch she walkin' up, look at her body
The work I divide it ('vide it)
Acrobatic, nigga, take the brick and circumcise it
You'll remember ('member me?)
Trappin' out the house the window boarded up with timber
You a pretender ('tender)
I am the boss, Head Honcho call me Simba (Simba!)
You niggas just some beginners (beginner)
I am a boss call me Simba (boss)
I am the master I'm Mr. Miyagi
I'm in the kitchen whippin' chemicals
My nigga's criminals, wanna get physical
You walk around with your pockets on minimal
Remix a brick and make it look identical
Overseas chopper, intercontinental
Trap out the bando before you serve look out the peep-hole
The people be watching for kilos
I'm with the vato's que pasa to all my amigos
I'm trappin' I feel like I'm Nino (Nino)
And all this motherfucking cheese (broccoli)
Nigga, just call me Dorito (why?)
I'm selling fishes, I got Nemo fuck with Carlito
Ten key's on the yacht, boat shoot freethrow
Offset
Detective looking for me asking 'bout me
"Nigga, where's the pistol? Nigga, know you got it" (where is it?)
Somebody snitchin' sayin' that I'm the nigga (somebody)
In the city plugged in like a socket
I don't know what the fuck these nigga's talkin' 'bout?
Sat me down asked me, "You gonna talk or not?" (sat me down)
No arguing, fussin', discussion
I do not know nothing, I haven't see nothin' (no!)
And the Mulsanne parked in the driveway
Nobody thought I would be back in the day
When I pull up, I'm lookin' in they face
I thank the Lord 'cause I'm eatin' say my grace (God)
Back in the Bando whippin' particles (Bando)
And you can catch me in magazine articles (articles)
Balenciaga nigga dressing remarkable (ooh)
In the game permanently not erasable (permanent)
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Deandre Cortez Way, Eric Hibbler
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