CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Mr. Miyagi
You did yo thang with this b*t*h, Hokatiwi
Swear to God
Ayy
Hokatiwi
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
.223s knock a dealer's name off yo license plate
I'ma put it in the basket every time I isolate
When you really winning it be hard for them to hide the hate
Widebody, I'ma drop a hundred if the side gets cray
Contaminated pop, I might turn into a f**king mutant
Scam star, I don't sell crack, I make puncher music
Showboat, b*t*h, I can never ever underdo it
P90, take the muzzle off, it sound like thunder booming
Ski mask rocker, I ain't never been a robber though
I just pull it down, jam the chip then I gotta go
2016, probably had a ham on the phone
Summer 2020, was in Cali out there copping bows
I was tripping, asked the plug do he take EDD
Talking 'bout [?] ain't never had a green CVV
Eating off the self-scan, I ain't talking EBT
It ain't no selection, told the clerk he gotta Fiji me
Name brand everything, you know the water got a match
Put my d**k in yo b*t*h mouth and told her swallow that
Finna start acting bougie, thousand for a follow back
Big Russian Cream, nah, I don't do the fontos, Jack
Got the magic touch like Mr. Miyagi
Real hustler, sh*t up in my blood, that sh*t in my body
Lil' candy apple Faygo, finna hit it with some Wocky
If I call the mafia, they'll pull up tripping with some [?]
Bro bloated if the [?] hitting whippits in the lobby
Wave starter now, wave rider dripping like tsunami
Real Punch God 'cause with these b*t*hes I'm so godly
7.62s hit his dreads, them b*t*hes look like Takis
So I guess he a hothead
Top one or three, I ain't satisfied with top ten
It was just a cream soda, how the f**k the pop red?
Unkie said he gon' come back or he gon' drop dead
Called Dorien, he told me pull up on the boulevard
Now I'm shooting east too hot, trunk full of cards
I don't know what y'all do to opps but we bully ours
Real Cookies pack, you can smell it when the cookie spark
Chrome Heart hoodie, b*t*h, don't start with me
Four of [?] got me smack like a car hit me
Teacher see me out like, "You a star, Jimmy"
But back in school you ain't never see the smart in me
We six deep with six chopsticks like it's TTM
Know some real east side killers repping VDM
240+? That's a sh*ttyBoyz BPM
The old me always know that one day I'll see me ten
Please don't make me talk about nine
Real road runner, getting active on a Route 9
No cap, I-75, heading south now
Stan hopping out the tinted Jeep with the pah-pah
Boy, you better crouch and take cover
Oh, her credit good? Like, sh*t, I'm 'bout to fake love her
Donny Bands pulling up from deep, he got a [?]
It's a new glitch, b*t*h, I'm finna have a great summer
Shooting from the city down to [?] like I'm [?]
That's the weapon stutter
No equities with all this money, go invest in something
Finna turn it up, gang and 'em made me press the button
You was at the mall for ten hours, you left with nothing
Twenty-five for the verse, the adlibs a extra hundred
All off the top, I ain't have to use a pen for nothing
When I was broke, we was fam, why you acting jealous, cousin?
This a 2021, you do not wanna race
Yeezy 350s, wear 'em loose, I don't want 'em laced
My b*t*h talking 'bout, "Pass the 'Wood", I just want her face
Shaq talking 'bout buy a zip, I just want a eighth
Getting off, this ain't nothing new, been doing this forever
It's a sunny day, walk up in the strip and switch the weather
Full court all year, you can catch us with the pressure
Put my b*t*h in Triple S, she my lil' stepper
Six figure whip, b*t*h, the [?] truck
She gon' lose count if she ever try to add me up
BabyTron broke, this and that? That sh*t crack me up
You just post pics with that strap, you ain't actually tough
Fans see me out, said, "You was tripping on that Yachty [?]"
He tried to run away, silly rabbit, point a shotty at him
It's his fault we had to body bag him
They wouldn't run it up if you threw a f**king joggy at him
Where I'm at? Probably card cracking
Shooter getting shots in before the coach start practice
I ain't seen the plug in a minute, like, "Why you start taxing?"
Lil' b*t*h couldn't last one round like March Madness
Ha-ha, yeah
Huh, ayy (Ayy)
Y'all can't f**k with me
This is nothing new though
Come on, now
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
Swear to God
Ayy
Hokatiwi
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
.223s knock a dealer's name off yo license plate
I'ma put it in the basket every time I isolate
When you really winning it be hard for them to hide the hate
Widebody, I'ma drop a hundred if the side gets cray
Contaminated pop, I might turn into a f**king mutant
Scam star, I don't sell crack, I make puncher music
Showboat, b*t*h, I can never ever underdo it
P90, take the muzzle off, it sound like thunder booming
Ski mask rocker, I ain't never been a robber though
I just pull it down, jam the chip then I gotta go
2016, probably had a ham on the phone
Summer 2020, was in Cali out there copping bows
I was tripping, asked the plug do he take EDD
Talking 'bout [?] ain't never had a green CVV
Eating off the self-scan, I ain't talking EBT
It ain't no selection, told the clerk he gotta Fiji me
Name brand everything, you know the water got a match
Put my d**k in yo b*t*h mouth and told her swallow that
Finna start acting bougie, thousand for a follow back
Big Russian Cream, nah, I don't do the fontos, Jack
Got the magic touch like Mr. Miyagi
Real hustler, sh*t up in my blood, that sh*t in my body
Lil' candy apple Faygo, finna hit it with some Wocky
If I call the mafia, they'll pull up tripping with some [?]
Bro bloated if the [?] hitting whippits in the lobby
Wave starter now, wave rider dripping like tsunami
Real Punch God 'cause with these b*t*hes I'm so godly
7.62s hit his dreads, them b*t*hes look like Takis
So I guess he a hothead
Top one or three, I ain't satisfied with top ten
It was just a cream soda, how the f**k the pop red?
Unkie said he gon' come back or he gon' drop dead
Called Dorien, he told me pull up on the boulevard
Now I'm shooting east too hot, trunk full of cards
I don't know what y'all do to opps but we bully ours
Real Cookies pack, you can smell it when the cookie spark
Chrome Heart hoodie, b*t*h, don't start with me
Four of [?] got me smack like a car hit me
Teacher see me out like, "You a star, Jimmy"
But back in school you ain't never see the smart in me
We six deep with six chopsticks like it's TTM
Know some real east side killers repping VDM
240+? That's a sh*ttyBoyz BPM
The old me always know that one day I'll see me ten
Please don't make me talk about nine
Real road runner, getting active on a Route 9
No cap, I-75, heading south now
Stan hopping out the tinted Jeep with the pah-pah
Boy, you better crouch and take cover
Oh, her credit good? Like, sh*t, I'm 'bout to fake love her
Donny Bands pulling up from deep, he got a [?]
It's a new glitch, b*t*h, I'm finna have a great summer
Shooting from the city down to [?] like I'm [?]
That's the weapon stutter
No equities with all this money, go invest in something
Finna turn it up, gang and 'em made me press the button
You was at the mall for ten hours, you left with nothing
Twenty-five for the verse, the adlibs a extra hundred
All off the top, I ain't have to use a pen for nothing
When I was broke, we was fam, why you acting jealous, cousin?
This a 2021, you do not wanna race
Yeezy 350s, wear 'em loose, I don't want 'em laced
My b*t*h talking 'bout, "Pass the 'Wood", I just want her face
Shaq talking 'bout buy a zip, I just want a eighth
Getting off, this ain't nothing new, been doing this forever
It's a sunny day, walk up in the strip and switch the weather
Full court all year, you can catch us with the pressure
Put my b*t*h in Triple S, she my lil' stepper
Six figure whip, b*t*h, the [?] truck
She gon' lose count if she ever try to add me up
BabyTron broke, this and that? That sh*t crack me up
You just post pics with that strap, you ain't actually tough
Fans see me out, said, "You was tripping on that Yachty [?]"
He tried to run away, silly rabbit, point a shotty at him
It's his fault we had to body bag him
They wouldn't run it up if you threw a f**king joggy at him
Where I'm at? Probably card cracking
Shooter getting shots in before the coach start practice
I ain't seen the plug in a minute, like, "Why you start taxing?"
Lil' b*t*h couldn't last one round like March Madness
Ha-ha, yeah
Huh, ayy (Ayy)
Y'all can't f**k with me
This is nothing new though
Come on, now
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
