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Don't let me you slippin'!


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

Don't let me you slippin'! (You know!)
let me catch 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 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'!
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 County niggas got kush out (Squat)

in the A-town, call J-Prince Jr.
You ain't from the streets, you just rap a lot,
for a show in the middle of the hood
You ain't out there this a Chi Town, nigga
Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm
Run that tank nigga like it's a
You pussy that's what the streets say
Fuck who you nigga, you gotta pay
Out in PA, fuckin' cook
Heard your favorite rapper got his AP
I'm green dots, puttin' money on books
If he broke he young nigga get money
Fuckin' with the white girl, Playboy
Got them niggas lookin' have '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 ain't boo
call Troop, he gon' call Big U
Now the guns all on you deja vu
You a mark gangster, DJ Clue
For Cuban link chain and that big Rolex
You in the scenario, tribe called Quest
On the jet boy mission all our 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!)
Don't let me 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 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 you ain't good out there
Send the pie rules get shit took out there
Bring a nigga straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got out there (Squat)

I got in the D, I ain't talkin' bout the Pistons
Grand theft auto, send them on a mission
Pay yo' ass a visit braggin' yo low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know business
Layin' in yo crib an infant, kill you in an instant
I want the shit for the chicken, I hit a sweet lick,
Sheen, we winnin'
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 shots the DMV
Half asleep split your wig the Red Sea
Got in the street like a referee
Have a runnin' like a refugee
you how to rob, got the recipe
Do homework, find out where he be at
he hide the money put the D at
Run up in yo' we gon' seize that
Then break it on the G pad
Better be, boo you need that
Waka Flocka Flame catch me where the G's at
Rob a dope boy, I ain't bout prison
Can't call the '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!)
let me catch you slippin'! (You know!)

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

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