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Don't let me you slippin'!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caught a nigga slippin' of the parking lot
Yung nigga change rang in his pockets
No so you know who got it
But you scared to get it 'cause 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!)
let me catch you slippin'!

'Cause you move to Hollywood you good out there
the pie rules get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit back to Atlanta
I know Clay County got kush out there (Squat)

I got shooters in the D, I ain't bout the Pistons
Grand theft auto, them homies on a mission
Pay yo' ass a visit braggin' bout yo low
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we your business
in yo crib like an infant, kill you in an instant
I the shit for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick,
Sheen, we winnin'
Ten down with the yoppa, I'm a beast
No like Greg I'm street
Don't up the money, then it's all RIP
Sendin' head like the DMV
Half split your wig like the Red Sea
Got stripes in the street a referee
Have a nigga runnin' like a
Show you how to rob, got the
Do your homework, 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 need that
Waka Flocka catch me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a boy, I ain't worryin' bout prison
Can't call the police 'bout bricks in the kitchen

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

Don't let me you slippin'! (Flocka)
let me catch you slippin'!
Don't let me 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 shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got out there (Squat)