Mr. Miyagi

Yeah (goin' dummy on these hoes) Yeah, yeah (AyoAA) Hey miss, I'm your Mr. Miyagi I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi Don't text me in the mornin', bae, I'm groggy Text me, no FaceTime, I'm too groggy Yeah-yeah, if I dig in my bag, it's an M (yeah, yeah) 'Bout to put a lil' bitch on a film (yeah, yeah, what?) I done took off in air, I can't see him (yeah, yeah) Bound to geeking before the codeine (yeah, yeah, what?) Know the chief, I'm ahead of my time (yeah, yeah) Got Chanel coat and then bought a nine (yeah, yeah) Keepin' up with me, one of a kind (yeah, yeah) Real ones know me from time She said, "Tuck it in," f*ck it then You gon' have to tuck it in (what?) You gon' wear the boots up, B I can't suffer, you's a thief I'm like, "No, not ankle boots I need the ones up to the knee" I don't f*ck with niggas' tweets I don't need the therapy Bump-bump, I get money Uh, I don't bump-bi-di-bump-bump I don't wanna fall We gon' run it up, run it up, I'm goin' dumb-dumb They need to go uh, 'fore I bump, bump them I'm ahead of my time (yeah, yeah) Got Chanel coat and then bought a nine (yeah, yeah) Keepin' up with me, one of a kind (yeah, yeah) Real ones know me from time Rockstar stunts the navy jean jacket ho, bitch I might take a jet to Calabasas just to f*ck my old bitch (whoa) Push up on an opp, be on that dumb shit Homixide in the box, yeah, they on dumb shit I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up (whoa) I just fucked up the function, I just fucked it up