Slippin’ Waka Flocka Flame

[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 parkin' lot
Young nigga popped his chain and ran 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 shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta
Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there

[Verse 1]
Heard he in the H, I call J. Prince Jr
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 Trae
Run that chain, 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 bool
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’