Mr. Miyagi

[Intro: Quavo]

Yeah, woah, Migo

Let me take these fuck niggas back to the Bando man (ugh)

[Verse 1: Quavo]

Take 'em to the house with the boards on the windows

It's a drought in the summer (trap!), but we working all winter

Take 'em to the Northside, where Migo was invented (Nawf)

Run up on me now, bet I hit you with extensions (UGH)

Dabbin' through the city they gon' fuck up nothin' but Benji's

When I walk into the trap house

Bet I run straight to the kitchen (one Time)

I got Molly, I got white, I know, that I told you in Hannah Montana (Hannah Montana)

Made a million overnight

Versace it got me a drop head Phantom (Versace)

Mr. Miyagi (Mr. Miyagi)

Little bitty bitch she walkin' up look at her body

The work I divide it

Acrobatic nigga take the brick and circumcise it

You'll remember (member me)

Trappin' out the house the window boarded up with timber!

You a pretender ('tender)

I am the boss, Head Honcho call me Simba (Simba!)

[Verse 2: Takeoff & Offset]

You niggas just some beginners (Beginner)

I am a boss call me Simba (Boss)

I am the master I'm Mr.Miyagi

I'm in the kitchen whippin' chemicals

My nigga's criminals wanna get physical

You walk around with your pockets on minimal

Remix a brick and make it look identical

Overseas chopper intercontinental

Trap out the bando before you serve look out the peep-hole

The people be watching for kilos

I'm with the vato's que pasa to all my amigo's

I'm trappin' I feel like I'm Nino

And all this mother fucking cheese (broccoli)

Nigga just call me Dorito

I'm selling fishes I got Nemo fuck with Carlito

Ten key's on the yacht boat shoot freethrow (Offset)

[Verse 3: Offset]

Detective looking for me asking bout me

Nigga where's the pistol nigga know you got it (where is it)

Somebody snitchin' sayin' that I'm the nigga (somebody)

In the city plugged in like a socket

I don't know what the fuck these nigga's talkin' bout?

Sat me down asked me you gonna talk or not

No arguing, fussin', discussion

I do not know nothing I haven't see nothin' (no!)

And the Mulsanne parked in the driveway

Nobody thought I would be back here in it

When I pull up I'm lookin in dey face

I thank the lord because I'm eatin' say my grace

Back in the Bando whippin' particles

And you can catch me in magazine articles

Balenciaga nigga dressing remarkable

In the game permanently not erasable