[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 eatin' 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, bangin' 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 Instagrammin' 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, lead tat, tat, tats
They said that they were with it but it’s cap, cap, cap
Aimin' at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
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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