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[Intro: Nav, Meek Mill, & Kodak Black] Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (I'm in London, got my beat from London) Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Meek Mill] In the trap, hang in places that you can’t go Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah They tried to extort me, I ain't pay though Only thing I gave 'em was a halo A-hole, Uber on the way, ho Fuck her from the back, put my thumb all in her A-hole I got bands for real, diamonds on me, they dance for real All these sticks and drums, banging like we in a band for real I got cake, I stay humble, know I’m the man for real I got hitters, we don't rumble, tell your mans to chill Yo, who's mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga) All up in my section Instagraming shit I be with some real hitters, they ain't with that camera shit 'Cause they really out here in the field and they be slammin' shit [Chorus: NAV] Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back Work, work, work, work, work One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap Cross a line, it’s too late, you can’t take it back, back, back (Yeah) [Verse 2: NAV] They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage) Take them shackles off his feet, he ain't a slave (Slave) Growing up in the hood, you’ll learn how to behave ('Have) How we gon' learn to stack if we ain't got nothing to say? (Say) Got a little bad bitch, got some work done on her butt (On her butt) Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut) Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love) And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz) Gettin’ these bags, we model, I tell the opps it's up (It's up) Got wedding bands but I still don't got a bitch to cuff In every city I go, they already know what's up (What's up) I got these oysters, I could get straight to the plug [Chorus: NAV] Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap Giving head taps, left tats, tats, tats They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back Work, work, work, work, work One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
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