Don't Slip

Nigga stay fit, don't come on my street
The bitch know Keef got some on his feet
I'm lookin at my son and
He grew a couple feet know I be with my boys
And ain't talkin back street
If you tryna front pull up on back street
I know I got money don't be tryna tax me
If you on some business, nigga you can fax me
She like when I get the
Top gone like last week
It's 52 degrees and I'm wearing 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
Ain't ain't even wanna fuck that
Bitch she look weak
Told my brother bring me back
Some clothes from japenese
I might be wit a chinese
But bitch I’m Capanese
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I got a tiger by it's 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
Aye, 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