Slippin Lyrics - 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 nigga slippin' outside of the parking lot 

Young nigga 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 pie rules get your shit took out there 

Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta 

I know Clay County niggas got kush out there 

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Heard he in the A-town callin' J prince junior 

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

Booked for a show in the middle of the hood 

You ain't good out there this is Chi Town nigga 

Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm Trey 

Run that train nigga like it's a relay 

You really pussy that's what the streets say 

Fuck who you know nigga, you gotta pay 

Out in PA, fuckin' 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 nigga get money 

Fuckin' with the white girl, Playboy bunny 

Got them niggas lookin' funny have them runnn' in your shit 

Caught 'em slippin' pumpin' gas, nigga you a sweet leak 

Got robbed by the bloods now you runnin' with the crips - Nah 

You niggas ain't boo 

Imma call troop, he gon' call big you 

Now the guns all on you nigga 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' 

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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 lot 

Young nigga 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 pie rules get your shit took out there 

Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta 

I know 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' ass 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 

I 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 beast 

No V-103 like Greg I'm street 

Don't give up the money, then it's RIP 

Sendin' head shots like the DMV 

Half asleep split your wig like the red sea 

Got stripes in the street like a referee 

Have a nigga runnin' like a refugee 

Show you how to rob, got the recipe 

Do your homework, find out where he be at 

Where he hide the money put the D at 

Run up in yo' shit we gon' seize that 

Then break it down on the g pad 

Better be, boo you don't need that 

Waka Flocka Flame catch me hangin' where the G's at 

Rob a dope boy, I ain't worryin' 'bout prison 

Can't call the police 'bout them bricks in the kitchen 

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 lot 

Young nigga 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 pie rules get your shit took out there 

Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta 

I know Clay County niggas got kush out there