Junya (Pt. 2) (feat Playboi Carti & Ty Dolla $ign)

Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri', wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?

Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh, mmh)

Ex-strippers (mmh, mmh)
New killers (mmh, mmh), Chi' niggas tell 'em (mmh, mmh)
This on Donda (mmh, mmh), on my mama (mmh, mmh)
Made a promise (mmh)

Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? (Mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my wri' (mmh, mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my—

All summer (mmh, mmh), all summer (mmh, mmh)
.45 gunners (mmh, mmh), in pajamas (mmh, mmh)
They piranhas (mmh, mmh)
Buy out the store in hours like we planned it (mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh)

Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Junya Watanabe on my wri'
Tell 'em this, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my, mmh
I can't really see, where did I miss? (mmh)
Junya Watanabe on my wri'

For five summers, hol' up, uh
For five summers, hol' up
For five summers, hol' up, uh
For five summers, hol' up, uh
We took over, hol' up, uh
We took over, hol' up
We took over, hol' up
We took over, hol' up

Born in Atlanta (mmh, mmh)
Not Montana (mmh, mmh)
'Scuse my manners (mmh, mmh)
I got standards

Uh, yeah, 'scuse my manners (mmh, mmh)
I got standards (mmh, mmh)
I got status (mmh, mmh)
You don't want static (mmh, mmh)
I'm from Atlanta (mmh, mmh)
Came from the attic (what?) Yeah (mmh, mmh)
I'm in Mercedes (what?) (Mmh, mmh) uh
This not practice, uh (mmh, mmh)
I'm not leaving, hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
Where's my mattress? Hol' up (mmh, mmh)

In the back of my mansion, mmh (mmh, mmh)
Hundred K on my mattress, uh (mmh, mmh)
Yeah, I'm all about fashion, yeah (mmh, mmh)
And she all about fashion, hol' up (mmh, mmh)
She rock YEEZY, hol' up (mmh, mmh)
So we always matchin', hol' up, uh (mmh, mmh)
Carti and Yeezy, (mmh, mmh) how'd that happen? (Mmh)

Junya Watanabe, ayy
Jun Takahashi, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Undercover, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Eat up like hibachi, yeah, yeah (ayy, ayy)
These Bottega, ayy
Slime green like wasabi, yeah, yeah
I know the steppers and hitters (ayy)
They don't do karate, ooh (ayy, ayy)

I drive the Lamb' or the Chevy
I keep my bro' in the back of the Kelly, yeah (ayy, ayy)
I got a house on a hill and it's empty
I'm with my girl, why you keep tryna tempt me? (Ayy)
Calling the truck down, the Bentley
Came with a umbrella like Mr. Bentley (ayy)
I'm really him evidently
Putting it on but it's really in me
I was created in the image of God

Junya Watanabe on my- (woo, woo, woo)
Boolies on my couch, stays on my—
Mike Amiri, did he miss?
Junya Watanabe on my- (woo, woo, woo, woo)
On my—

I'm just tryna find a path, yeah
Look what God done done for the kid