Текст песни KIRYU 2 MK II - D.U.N.E

I'm with my dogs, my niggas boxers
I been having like I'm sponsored
White trench coat like doctor
Hit the gas and I'm feeling so awesome
I get to flowing, I might get lockjaw
They gon' learn to come talk to me proper
I had some dark thoughts, I had to stop 'em
Feel like Kiryu when I'm with the mob

I'm with the Yakuza, counting with thumbs
I bring hundreds in, not no ones
Talking 'bout bags like we speaking in tongues
If you don't count shit, you cannot hear nothing
All this Balenci, I look like a bum
Gotta keep saying where this from
Hop out the whip, I'ma let this shit run
I told Coltrane, niggas can't tell me none
He was like, "Niggas can't tell us shit"
VVS stones cutting on my wrist
I was going out bad, I ain't make no sense
It was either come last or just flip that script
You went out sad, niggas glad you quit
I was spending them nights like FNAF, Mike Schmidt
I was really like Faygo, I'm in my blitz
Niggas complain but for me, life fits, uh

Brought the Rollie inside the Delorean
Now I gotta reset my time
In the club, I'm surrounded by foreigns
I don't even know if she like my kind
They be sayin' they hating my songs
I don't know why niggas lie online
I been sayin', they saying I'm wrong
All this shit just mine all-
You already know what I'm gon' say
I'm tryna blow up, like grenade
I'm tryna blow up, Micheal Bay
Huh, nigga talk down, get popped like zits
Yeah, a nigga tryna stop me will not exist
If it's on my shit, man, do not take risks
He gon' drop his last on what's on my wrist
I just got this shit, I could drop this shit
She from the UK, she be like "Cheerio"
She check my phone, man
I be like "Here we go"
I had the whole plan, they ain't wan' hear me though
Tried to get the whole band, they ain't wan' really go
They be like "woah man, this nigga really flow"
Yo shit don't go, man, turn that shit really low
I be at home, man, fucking with stereo
I want the whole band, I be like "gimme those"

I'm with the Yakuza, counting with thumbs
I bring hundreds in, not no ones
Talking 'bout bags like we speaking in tongues
If you don't count shit, you cannot hear nothing
All this Balenci, I look like a bum
Gotta keep saying where this from
Hop out the whip, I'ma let this shit run
I told Coltrane, niggas can't tell me none
He was like, "Niggas can't tell us shit"
V-, VVS stones cutting on my wrist
I was going out bad, I ain't make no sense
It was either come last or just flip that script
You we-, You went out sad, niggas glad you quit
I was spending them nights like FNAF, Mike Schmidt
I was really like Faygo, I'm in my blitz
Niggas complain but for me, life fits, uh