Mr. Miyagi Lyrics

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce

Ha, yeah

Alright, what the fuck

Damn, Honcho

Ayy, was sellin' wax to make Miyagi dough call me the Grandmaster

I hit up Honcho for the sauce then made a band platter

Need a drum roll for when I check my bank I'm the band snatcher

Got the bag method, you off of the meth that make you bend backwards

I don't fuck with pre-rolls, I like to hand-pack em

Smellin' like some dope even through the bag, had to saran wrap it

Was fucked up salvaging crumbs, cause every gram matters

All that hangin' around, bad for business, gon' get you jammed faster

Throw my lil' dawg some cheese, feel like a Green Bay Packer

I'ma be makin' money moves until I'm in that casket

Really out here sayin' records like Dwayne Haskins

Reminiscing, tellin' hella stories bout us Jake dashin

The kids used to laugh at me, it made me hate rappin

And now I'm turnin' talkin' my shit on here straight cashin

You ain't headed nowhere but the box, you out here straight crashin

Too skinny to play football, that's why I play Madden

Too high to get a sentence out like I got hiccups

Be in my own world, not payin' attention, be like, "shit, what?"

Aggravated, got me ad-libbin', sayin' "shit, fuck"

Exotic pack straight out the MMA, this bitch kick punch

Crunch time, get out the bed and stack, you don't even sit up

I be on tip about certain shit, no, I don't give trust

I'm real cool, just gotta get to know me, I don't trip much

Bitch, you keep playin' by the book, go out and live some

Bitch, what the fuck you think this is? I don't just give love

I call my lil' brother twin, like we the same blood

Hit the plug about the price, like what it range from

I gotta stay on ten toes around you, you a deranged one

Shake eighths was gettin' kinda old, so I had to shake somethin'

I got a monkey on my back, the Bathing Ape one

Hope God gon' forgive me for my sins, I used to take stuff

Motherfuckers'll really tweak out over a vape puff

I-I told bro I'll pass the play, just gotta say, "Hut"

If it ain't interruptin', you don't even say nothin'

I'm bouta go and cop some retro fours, I need to grey ones

Won't never go out over a few likes, that means the fame one

Was-was sellin' wax to make Miyagi dough call me the Grandmaster

I hit up Honcho for the sauce then made a band platter

Need a drum roll for when I check my bank I'm the band snatcher

Got the bag method, you off of the meth that make you bend backwards

I don't fuck with pre-rolls, I like to hand-pack em

Smellin' like some dope even through the bag, had to saran wrap it

Was fucked up salvaging crumbs, cause every gram matters

All that hangin' around, bad for business, gon' get you jammed faster