Future, Kanye West, Playboi Carti - Mr. Miyagi lyrics

Yeah, yeah what up (Pluto the GOAT)
What up
Yeah, yeah (Goin' dummy on these hoes)
What up yeah, yeah (AyoAA)

Hey, miss, I'm your Mr miyagi
(yeah, Mr miyagi)
I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi'
(ciagi')
Don't text me in the mornin', bae
I'm groggy (I'm groggy, yeah)
Text me, no FaceTime, I'm too groggy
(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 geekin' 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)
Keep it real with me, no need for lyin'

She say, "Tuck it in" fuck 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, "Not them ankle boots
I need the ones up to the knee"
I don't fuck with negatives
I don't need the therapy (Ah)
Bump-bump, I get money, uh
I don't bump-bi-di-bump-bump (Huh?)
I don't wanna fall, 'fore I jump
I go won-won (Ah ah)
We gon' run it up, run it up
I'm from comp-ton
They need to go uh, 'fore I bump, bump them

I get to hop on the mine
Fell in love for the night (Mine, night)
You don't say what you want
What is you doing right? (Want, right)
That's up for the mind
Now I'm down for the mood (Huh, mood)
Act out for a move, going south on you, no?
(Huh, oh)

Hey, miss, I'm your Mr miyagi (Miyagi)
I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi'
(Oh) don't text me in the mornin', bae
I'm groggy (Woah)
Text me, no FaceTime, I'm too groggy (Woah)

If I dig in my bag, it's an M (yeah, yeah)
Had to put a lil' bitch on a film
(yeah, yeah)
I done took off in air, I can't see him
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bound to geekin' before the codeine
(yeah, yeah)
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)
Keep it real with me, no need for lyin'
(Ahh)

Rockstar stunts the navy jean jacket ho
Bitch i might take a jet to Calabasas
Just to fuck my old bitch (Woah)
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 (Woah)
I just fucked up the function
I just fucked it up

Run the summer again (Number again)
Take my number again (Take my number again)
Switched the number again
(Switched the number again)
How much more can we win? (Number again)
Tell my number again
It's the number of them
I moved on, don't come in

I get to hop on the mine
Fell in love for the night
You don't say what you want
What is you doing right?
That's up for the mind
Now I'm down for the mood
Act out for a move, going south on you, no?

Hey, miss, I'm your Mr miyagi (Mr miyagi)
I'ma come and kick it in the Balenciagi'
('Iagi)
Don't text me in the mornin', bae
I'm groggy (I'm groggy)
Text me, no FaceTime, I'm too groggy
(I'm too groggy yeah yeah)