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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!)
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 'cause you know bout it

let me catch 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 to Hollywood you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get your shit took out
Bring a nigga shit straight back to
I know Clay County niggas got out there (Squat)

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

Don't let me 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
nigga partner change rang in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you know 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 your shit out there
Bring a nigga shit straight back to
I know Clay niggas got kush out there (Squat)

I got shooters in the D, I ain't bout the Pistons
Grand theft auto, send homies on a mission
Pay yo' ass a visit bout yo low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know business
Layin' in yo crib like an infant, kill you in an
I want the for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick,
Sheen, we winnin'
Ten toes down the yoppa, I'm a beast
No V-103 like Greg I'm
Don't give up the money, then all RIP
head shots like the DMV
Half split your wig like the Red Sea
Got stripes in the street a referee
Have a runnin' like a refugee
Show you how to rob, got the
Do your homework, out where he be at
Where he hide the put the D at
Run up in yo' shit we gon' that
Then it down on the G pad
Better be, boo you need that
Waka Flocka Flame me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a boy, I ain't worryin' bout prison
call the police '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 nigga outside of the parking lot
Yung nigga partner change rang in his
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back 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 good out
Send the pie rules get shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight to Atlanta
I Clay County niggas got kush out there (Squat)