Album: I Can't Rap Vol. 1 (2014)

Slippin

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 there