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Don't let me you slippin'!


Let me you slippin'! (Let me catch 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 outside of the parking lot
Yung nigga change rang in his pockets
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 to Hollywood you ain't good out there
Send the pie get your shit took out there
Bring a shit straight back to Atlanta
I know County niggas got kush out there (Squat)

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

a nigga slippin' outside of the parking lot
Yung nigga partner change 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'!
let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

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

I got shooters in the D, I ain't talkin' bout the
Grand theft auto, them homies on a mission
Pay yo' ass a visit braggin' bout yo low
kept your mouth closed, now we know your business
Layin' in yo crib like an infant, you in an instant
I want the shit for the chicken, I just hit a lick,
Sheen, we winnin'
Ten toes with the yoppa, I'm a beast
No V-103 Greg I'm street
Don't up the money, then it's all RIP
Sendin' shots like the DMV
asleep split your wig like the Red Sea
Got stripes in the like a referee
Have a nigga runnin' a refugee
Show you how to rob, got the
Do homework, find out where he be at
Where he the money put the D at
Run up in yo' we gon' seize that
Then it down on the G pad
Better be, boo you don't need
Waka Flocka Flame me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a boy, I ain't worryin' bout prison
Can't call the police 'bout them in the kitchen

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
Yung partner change rang in his pockets
No so you know who got it
But you scared to get it '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 to Hollywood you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get your shit took out
Bring a shit straight back to Atlanta
I know County niggas got kush out there (Squat)