Don't let me catch you slippin [x4] Caught a nigga slippin outside of the parking lot Young nigga popped his chain and ran in his pocket No mask on 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 [x4] Cause you moved to Hollywood you ain't good out there Send the pirus get your shit took out there Bring the nigga shit straight back to Atlanta I know Clay County niggas got kush out there Heard he in the A-town callin Jay Prince Jr. You ain't from the streets you just rap a lot nigga Book 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 chain nigga like its a relay You really pussy thats 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 You seein green dots puttin money on books If he broke he hatin young nigga gettin money Fuckin with the white girl, playboy bunny Got them niggas lookin funny have them runnin in your shit Caught him slippin pumpin gas nigga you a sweet lick 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 nigga deja vu You a question mark gangsta 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 on to your chain you gon end up missin Don't let me catch you slippin [x4] Caught a nigga slippin outside of the parking lot Young nigga popped his chain and ran in his pocket No mask on 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 [x4] Cause you moved to Hollywood you ain't good out there Send the pirus get your shit took out there Bring the 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 a low ticket Shoulda kept your mouth closed now we know your business Lying 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 its rip Sending headshots like the DMV, half sleep 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 Gs at Rob a dope boy I ain't worryin bout prison Cant call the police bout them bricks in the kitchen nigga Don't let me catch you slippin [x4] Caught a nigga slippin outside of the parking lot Young nigga popped his chain and ran in his pocket No mask on 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 [x4] Cause you moved to Hollywood you ain't good out there Send the pirus get your shit took out there Bring the nigga shit straight back to Atlanta I know Clay County niggas got kush out thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
