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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!)
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 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!)
Don't let me you slippin'!

'Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't out there
Send the pie rules get your shit took out
Bring a nigga straight back to Atlanta
I know Clay County niggas got kush out (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 of the hood
You ain't good out there a Chi Town, nigga
Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm
Run that tank like it's a relay
You really that's 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' green dots, puttin' on books
If he he hatin' young nigga get money
Fuckin' with the white girl, Playboy
Got niggas lookin' funny have 'em runnn' in yo shit
Caught 'em slippin' gas, nigga you a sweet leak
Got robbed by the now you runnin' with the crips, nah
You ain't boo
I'mma call Troop, he call Big U
Now the all on you nigga deja vu
You a question mark gangster, DJ
For that Cuban chain and that big Rolex
You in the wrong scenario, tribe called
On the jet boy mission all our clips got
Tryin' to hold 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 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

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'!

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

I got shooters in the D, I ain't talkin' the Pistons
Grand theft auto, them homies on a mission
Pay yo' ass a braggin' bout yo low ticket
Shoulda kept your closed, now we know your 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, it's all RIP
Sendin' head shots the DMV
Half asleep your wig like the Red Sea
Got stripes in the street like a
a nigga runnin' like a refugee
Show you how to rob, got the
Do your homework, find out he be at
he hide 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 catch me where the G's at
Rob a dope boy, I ain't worryin' prison
Can't call the 'bout them bricks in the kitchen

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 outside of the parking lot
nigga partner change rang in his pockets
No so you know 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'!

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