KIRYU 2 MK II Lyrics

I'm with my dogs, my niggas boxers

I been having like I'm sponsored

White trench coat like doctor

Hit the gas and I'm feeling so awesome

I get to flowing, I might get lockjaw

They gon' learn to come talk to me proper

I had some dark thoughts, I had to stop 'em

Feel like Kiryu when I'm with the mob

I'm with the Yakuza, counting with thumbs

I bring hundreds in, not no ones

Talking 'bout bags like we speaking in tongues

If you don't count shit, you cannot hear nothing

All this Balenci, I look like a bum

Gotta keep saying where this from

Hop out the whip, I'ma let this shit run

I told Coltrane, niggas can't tell me none

He was like, "Niggas can't tell us shit"

VVS stones cutting on my wrist

I was going out bad, I ain't make no sense

It was either come last or just flip that script

You went out sad, niggas glad you quit

I was spending them nights like FNAF, Mike Schmidt

I was really like Faygo, I'm in my blitz

Niggas complain but for me, life fits, uh

Brought the Rollie inside the Delorean

Now I gotta reset my time

In the club, I'm surrounded by foreigns

I don't even know if she like my kind

They be sayin' they hating my songs

I don't know why niggas lie online

I been sayin', they saying I'm wrong

All this shit just mine all-

You already know what I'm gon' say

I'm tryna blow up, like grenade

I'm tryna blow up, Micheal Bay

Huh, nigga talk down, get popped like zits

Yeah, a nigga tryna stop me will not exist

If it's on my shit, man, do not take risks

He gon' drop his last on what's on my wrist

I just got this shit, I could drop this shit

She from the UK, she be like "Cheerio"

She check my phone, man

I be like "Here we go"

I had the whole plan, they ain't wan' hear me though

Tried to get the whole band, they ain't wan' really go

They be like "woah man, this nigga really flow"

Yo shit don't go, man, turn that shit really low

I be at home, man, fucking with stereo

I want the whole band, I be like "gimme those"

I'm with the Yakuza, counting with thumbs

I bring hundreds in, not no ones

Talking 'bout bags like we speaking in tongues

If you don't count shit, you cannot hear nothing

All this Balenci, I look like a bum

Gotta keep saying where this from

Hop out the whip, I'ma let this shit run

I told Coltrane, niggas can't tell me none

He was like, "Niggas can't tell us shit"

V-, VVS stones cutting on my wrist

I was going out bad, I ain't make no sense

It was either come last or just flip that script

You we-, You went out sad, niggas glad you quit

I was spending them nights like FNAF, Mike Schmidt

I was really like Faygo, I'm in my blitz

Niggas complain but for me, life fits, uh