[Intro]
(Ear Drummers)
(Mike WiLL)
(Young Rari)
(Mike WiLL)

[Verse]
N***a 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, n***a, 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 n***a
Don't slip, n***a
Don't slip, n***a
My shoes tied, I don't trip, n***a
And if I'm in the club, I'm in the VIP, n***a
Light you up, LED strip, n***a
Act like you got it locked, you get zipped, n***a
And I'm real fuckin cool, I got the whips, n***a
N***a, get off yo block and take a trip, n***a
N***a, get off yo block and take a trip, n***a