FSG Rell - Mr. Miyagi

Mmm mmm mmmm mmm Mmmm
Some wrong with that boy
Hahaha, Chea
That's a good jawn, I forgot Gatorade and Quaker Oats
She come from the hood and she pressure, in real life she badder then Kylie is
These niggas know where my body is
Toting this ladder karate kid
I had my young niggas waiting for em, said they was sliding nobody did
These niggas say they gone light us up, after that talking nobody dead
Yikes
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi uhhh
Bodies
My youngest son catching a body
We do not celebrate leg shots, we only celebrate homies
I keep a stick like it's hockey
I make a move and they copy
I just bought a nine millimetre it's kicking like Mr. Miyagi
Yikes
Zombie
I'm probably out serving a zombie
I'm posted with Gunna and Trigga, it's a whole lot of killers behind me
If you lookin you know where to find me
I'm trapping and running like gotti
I just bought a nine millimetre it's kicking like Mr. Miyagi
She come from the hood and she pressure, in real life she badder then Kylie is
These niggas know where my body is
Toting this ladder karate kid
I had my young niggas waiting for em, said they was sliding nobody did
These niggas say they gone light us up, after that talking nobody dead
Yikes
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi
Mr. Miyagi Mr. Miyagi uhhh

Written by:
Tyrell Barr

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