Waka Flocka Flame - Slippin Lyrics
[Hook:]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 nigga slippin' outside of the parking lotYoung nigga partner change rang in his pocketsNo mask so you know who got itBut you scared to get it back 'cause you know they 'bout itDon'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 thereSend the pie rules get your shit took out thereBring a nigga shit straight back to AtlantaI know Clay County niggas got kush out there[Verse 1:]Heard he in the A-town callin' J prince juniorYou ain't from the streets you just rap a lot niggaBooked for a show in the middle of the hoodYou ain't good out there this is Chi Town nigga***** by nature, ***** it I'm TreyRun that train nigga like it's a relayYou really ***** that's what the streets say***** who you know nigga, you gotta payOut in PA, *****in' with cookHeard your favorite rapper got his AP tookI'm seein' green dots, puttin' money on booksIf he broke he hatin' young nigga get money*****in' with the white girl, Playboy bunnyGot them niggas lookin' funny have them runnn' in your shitCaught ‘em slippin' pumpin' gas, nigga you a sweet leakGot robbed by the bloods now you runnin' with the crips – NahYou niggas ain't booImma call troop, he gon' call big youNow the guns all on you nigga deja vuYou a question mark gangster – DJ ClueFor that Cuban link chain and that big RolexYou in the wrong scenario – Tribe Called QuestOn the jet boy mission all our clips got extensionsTryin' to hold onto your chain, you gon' end up missin'[Hook]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'![Verse 2:]I got shooters in the D, I ain't talkin' bout the PistonsGrand theft auto, send them homies on a missionPay yo' ass a visit braggin' bout your low ticketShoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know your businessLyin' on your crib like an infant, kill you in an instantI want the shit for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick, Charlie Sheen we winnin'Ten toes down with the yoppa, I'm a beastNo V-103 like Greg I'm streetDon't give up the money, then it's RIPSendin' head shots like the DMVHalf asleep split your wig like the red seaGot stripes in the street like a refereeHave a nigga runnin' like a refugeeShow you how to rob, got the recipeDo your homework, find out where he be atWhere he hide the money put the D atRun up in yo' shit we gon' seize thatThen break it down on the g padBetter be, boo you don't need thatWaka Flocka Flame catch me hangin' where the G's atRob a dope boy, I ain't worryin' 'bout prisonCan't call the police 'bout them bricks in the kitchen[Hook]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'!
