Songtexte Mr. Miyagi - Drayko!

Ayy, Honcho got the sauce
Ha, yeah
Alright, what the fuck
Damn, Honcho

Ayy, was sellin' wax to make Miyagi dough call me the Grandmaster
I hit up Honcho for the sauce then made a band platter
Need a drum roll for when I check my bank I'm the band snatcher
Got the bag method, you off of the meth that make you bend backwards
I don't fuck with pre-rolls, I like to hand-pack em
Smellin' like some dope even through the bag, had to saran wrap it
Was fucked up salvaging crumbs, cause every gram matters
All that hangin' around, bad for business, gon' get you jammed faster

Throw my lil' dawg some cheese, feel like a Green Bay Packer
I'ma be makin' money moves until I'm in that casket
Really out here sayin' records like Dwayne Haskins
Reminiscing, tellin' hella stories bout us Jake dashin
The kids used to laugh at me, it made me hate rappin
And now I'm turnin' talkin' my shit on here straight cashin
You ain't headed nowhere but the box, you out here straight crashin
Too skinny to play football, that's why I play Madden

Too high to get a sentence out like I got hiccups
Be in my own world, not payin' attention, be like, "shit, what?"
Aggravated, got me ad-libbin', sayin' "shit, fuck"
Exotic pack straight out the MMA, this bitch kick punch
Crunch time, get out the bed and stack, you don't even sit up
I be on tip about certain shit, no, I don't give trust
I'm real cool, just gotta get to know me, I don't trip much
Bitch, you keep playin' by the book, go out and live some
Bitch, what the fuck you think this is? I don't just give love
I call my lil' brother twin, like we the same blood
Hit the plug about the price, like what it range from
I gotta stay on ten toes around you, you a deranged one
Shake eighths was gettin' kinda old, so I had to shake somethin'
I got a monkey on my back, the Bathing Ape one
Hope God gon' forgive me for my sins, I used to take stuff
Motherfuckers'll really tweak out over a vape puff
I-I told bro I'll pass the play, just gotta say, "Hut"
If it ain't interruptin', you don't even say nothin'
I'm bouta go and cop some retro fours, I need to grey ones
Won't never go out over a few likes, that means the fame one

Was-was sellin' wax to make Miyagi dough call me the Grandmaster
I hit up Honcho for the sauce then made a band platter
Need a drum roll for when I check my bank I'm the band snatcher
Got the bag method, you off of the meth that make you bend backwards
I don't fuck with pre-rolls, I like to hand-pack em
Smellin' like some dope even through the bag, had to saran wrap it
Was fucked up salvaging crumbs, cause every gram matters
All that hangin' around, bad for business, gon' get you jammed faster