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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!

Don't let me 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 slippin' outside of the lot
Yung nigga change rang in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you 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 straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got kush out (Squat)

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

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 slippin' 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 '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 move to you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get your shit out there
Bring a nigga shit back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got kush out (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 visit braggin' bout yo low
Shoulda kept mouth closed, now we know your business
Layin' in yo crib an infant, kill you in an instant
I want the shit for the chicken, I just hit a lick,
Charlie Sheen, we
Ten down with the yoppa, I'm a beast
No like Greg I'm street
give up the money, then it's all RIP
Sendin' head like the DMV
Half asleep split wig like the Red Sea
Got stripes in the like a referee
a nigga runnin' like a refugee
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' seize
Then it down on the G pad
Better be, boo you need that
Flocka Flame catch me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a dope boy, I ain't worryin' prison
Can't 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 slippin' outside of the parking lot
Yung nigga partner rang in his pockets
No mask so you who got it
But you scared to get it back 'cause you know they 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 shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit back to Atlanta
I know County niggas got kush out there (Squat)