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Don't let me you slippin'!


Let me catch you slippin'! (Let me you slippin'!)
Let me you slippin'! (Let me catch you slippin'!)
Nigga!

let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
let me catch you slippin'! (Hey!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)

Caught a nigga slippin' of the parking lot
Yung nigga partner rang in his pockets
No so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you know bout it

Don't let me you slippin'! (Flocka)
Don't let me you slippin'!
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
let me catch you slippin'!

'Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't out there
the pie rules get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight to Atlanta
I know Clay County got kush out there (Squat)

Party in the A-town, J-Prince Jr.
You ain't from the streets, you just rap a lot,
for a show in the middle of the hood
You ain't good out there this a Chi Town,
by nature, fuck it I'm Trey
Run that tank like it's a relay
You really that's what the streets say
who you know nigga, you gotta pay
Out in PA, fuckin' with
Heard your favorite got his AP took
I'm seein' green dots, puttin' on books
If he he hatin' young nigga get money
Fuckin' with the white girl, bunny
Got them niggas lookin' funny have 'em runnn' in yo
Caught 'em slippin' pumpin' gas, nigga you a leak
Got by the bloods now you runnin' with the crips, nah
You ain't boo
I'mma call Troop, he call Big U
Now the guns all on you nigga vu
You a question mark gangster, DJ
For that Cuban link chain and big Rolex
You in the scenario, tribe called Quest
On the jet boy all our clips got extensions
Tryin' to hold onto chain, you gon' end up missin'

let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'!(You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (Hey!)
let me catch you slippin'!(You know!)

Caught a nigga outside of the parking lot
nigga partner change rang in his pockets
No so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you they bout it

Don't let me you slippin'! (Flocka)
Don't let me you slippin'!
let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

you move to Hollywood you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get your shit took out
a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay niggas got kush out there (Squat)

I got shooters in the D, I ain't talkin' the Pistons
Grand theft auto, send them on a mission
Pay yo' ass a braggin' bout yo low ticket
Shoulda kept mouth closed, now we know your business
Layin' in yo like an infant, kill you in an instant
I the shit for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick,
Sheen, we winnin'
Ten toes with the yoppa, I'm a beast
No like Greg I'm street
Don't give up the money, then all RIP
Sendin' head like the DMV
Half split your wig like the Red Sea
Got in the street like a referee
Have a nigga like a refugee
you how to rob, got the recipe
Do homework, find out where he be at
Where he the money put the D at
Run up in yo' shit we gon' that
break it down on the G pad
Better be, boo you don't need
Waka Flocka Flame catch me where the G's at
Rob a boy, I ain't worryin' bout prison
Can't call the 'bout them bricks in the kitchen

Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (Hey!)
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)

Caught a slippin' outside of the parking lot
Yung nigga change rang in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back you know they bout it

Don't let me you slippin'! (Flocka)
Don't let me you slippin'!
Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

'Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't good out
Send the pie rules get your shit out there
Bring a shit straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay niggas got kush out there (Squat)