[Intro]
(Ear Drummers)
(Mike WiLL)
(Young Rari)
(Mike WiLL)
[Verse]
Nigga stay a feet, don't come on my street (Ay)
The bitch know Keef got some on his feet (Ay)
I'm lookin' at my son and he grew a couple feet (Ay)
Know I be with my boys and I ain't talkin' Backstreet (Backstreet)
If you tryna front, pull up on back street
I know I got money, don't be tryna tax me (Tax me, tax me)
If you on some business, nigga, you can fax me (Fax me)
She like when I get the top gone like last week
It's 52 degrees and I'm wearin' a hoodie
Chief So', what's that I smell? That good kushy
I heard you with the police force and you a rookie
I'm walkin around this bitch like a liquor tootsie
I heard you ain't tryna fuck her but you eat the pussy
I ain't even wanna fuck that bitch, she look weak
Told my brother bring me back some clothes from Japenese
I might be with a Chinese bitch, but bitch, I'm Capanese
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I got a tiger by its feet
King of the Jungle, watching out for rivalries
Looked up my shoes and they say "made in Italy"
Went and bought a mop, oh yeah, I named it Slippery
Ayy, don't slip nigga
Don't slip, nigga
Don't slip, nigga
My shoes tied, I don't trip, nigga
And if I'm in the club, I'm in the VIP, nigga
Light you up, LED strip, nigga
Act like you got it locked, you get zipped, nigga
And I'm real fuckin cool, I got the whips, nigga
Nigga, get off yo block and take a trip, nigga
Nigga, get off yo block and take a trip, nigga
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