Mr. Miyagi - Jon Banks, Wolfman Longarm, Trip C

Yeah I got a show soon, bitch, get that mouth open

Getting money both ways, yeah I call it Frank Ocean

I got nothing for these haters, I got something for these hoes

All this money in my fingers keep a nigga on his toes

For my woes, I’ma ride, til the day my lid is closed

I got foes aiming for my knees, feel like Derrick Rose

I don’t pose, I meant every single word that I chose

If I see you in these streets, then it goes how it goes

Mothafucka

You talking trash

We on your block

She wipe me down

Wax on, wax off

I’m in my zone

Thes boys are soft

Tell mama, I’m winning

I’m winning, I’m winning

You talking trash

We on your block

Sh wipe me down

Wax on, wax off

I’m in my zone

These boys are soft

Tell mama, I’m winning

I’m winning, I’m winning