Dirty Nachos (Original Version) lyrics

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

[Verse]
n*gga stay a feet, don't come on my street (Ay)
The b*tch 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*gga, 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 b*tch like a liquor tootsie
I heard you ain't tryna f*ck her but you eat the pus*y
I ain't even wanna f*ck that b*tch, she look weak
Told my brother bring me back some clothes from Japenese
I might be with a Chinese b*tch, but b*tch, 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*gga
Don't slip, n*gga
Don't slip, n*gga
My shoes tied, I don't trip, n*gga
And if I'm in the club, I'm in the VIP, n*gga
Light you up, LED strip, n*gga
Act like you got it locked, you get zipped, n*gga
And I'm real f*ckin cool, I got the whips, n*gga
n*gga, get off yo block and take a trip, n*gga
n*gga, get off yo block and take a trip, n*gga