Slippin

Slippin (Explicit) - Waka Flocka Flame

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Caught a ni**a slippin' outside of the parkin' lot

Young ni**a partner change rang in his pockets

No mask so you know who got it

But you scared to get it back cause you know they 'bout it

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin'

Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't good out there

Send the Pirus get your sh*t took out there

Bring a ni**a sh*t straight back to Atlanta

Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there

Heard he in the H I call J Prince Jr

You ain't from the streets you just rap a lot ni**a

Booked for a show in the middle of the hood

You ain't good out there this is Chi-Town ni**a

Asshole by nature f**k it I'm Trae

Run that chain ni**a like it's a relay

You really p**sy that's what the streets say

F**k who you know ni**a you gotta pay

Out in PA f**kin' with cook

Heard your favorite rapper got his AP took

I'm seein' green dots puttin' money on books

If he broke he hatin' young ni**a get money

F**kin' with the white girl Playboy bunny

Got them niggas lookin' funny have them runnn' in your sh*t

Caught 'em slippin' pumpin' gas

Ni**a you a sweet leak

Got robbed by the bloods

Now you runnin' with the crips – Nah

You niggas ain't bool

Imma call troop he gon' call big you

Now the guns all on you ni**a deja vu

You a question mark gangster – DJ Clue

For that Cuban link chain and that big Rolex

You in the wrong scenario – Tribe Called Quest

On the jet boy mission all our clips got extensions

Tryin' to hold onto your chain you gon' end up missin'

Don't let me catch you slippin' don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin' don't let me catch you slippin'

Caught a ni**a slippin' outside of the parkin' lot

Young ni**a partner change rang in his pockets

No mask so you know who got it

But you scared to get it back cause you know they 'bout it

Don't let me catch you slippin' don't let me catch you slippin'

Don't let me catch you slippin' don't let me catch you slippin'

Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't good out there

Send the Pirus get your sh*t took out there

Bring a ni**a sh*t straight back to Atlanta

Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there

I got shooters in the D I ain't talkin' bout the Pistons

Grand Theft Auto send them homies on a mission

Pay yo' a** a visit braggin' bout your low ticket

Shoulda kept your mouth closed now we know your business

Lyin' on your crib like an infant kill you in an instant