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

Caught a nigga slippin' outside of the 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 they 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 good out there
Send the pie rules get shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight to Atlanta
I know Clay niggas got kush out there (Squat)

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

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
Send the pie rules get your shit out there
Bring a shit straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got out there (Squat)

I got shooters in the D, I ain't talkin' bout the
Grand theft auto, send them on a mission
Pay yo' ass a braggin' bout yo low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know your
Layin' in yo crib an infant, kill you in an instant
I the shit for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick,
Charlie Sheen, we
Ten toes down with the yoppa, I'm a
No V-103 like I'm street
Don't up the money, then it's all RIP
Sendin' head like the DMV
Half asleep split 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 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 don't need
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

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' outside of the lot
nigga partner 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 good out there
Send the pie rules get shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit back to Atlanta
I know Clay niggas got kush out there (Squat)