[Intro: Future & Playboi Carti]
Yeah, yeah
What up (hold up, hold up, hold up)
What up
Yeah, yeah (Goin' Donda on these hoes)
What up
Yeah, yeah (AyoAA)
[Chorus: Kanye West & Future]
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)
[Post-Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
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)
Gotta get it before it come in (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'
[Verse 1: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
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
Yeah, yeah
What up (hold up, hold up, hold up)
What up
Yeah, yeah (Goin' Donda on these hoes)
What up
Yeah, yeah (AyoAA)
[Chorus: Kanye West & Future]
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)
[Post-Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
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)
Gotta get it before it come in (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'
[Verse 1: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
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
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