Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Don't Let Me
Waka Flocka Flame
,
Don Mega
Popularity ยท Low
+
๐ฌ๐ง English ยท Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
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'
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 probably changed the rain in his pockets
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'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Cause you moved to Hollywood, you ain't good out there
Send the Pirus, get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga's shit straight back to Atlanta
Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there
Paul 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 its 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
We sendin' green dots, puttin' money on books
If he broke he hatin', young nigga get money
Fuckin' with the white girl, Playboy money
Got them niggas lookin' funny, have 'em run into 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, I'ma call Troup, he gon' call Big U
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 missin', all our clips got extensions
Tryna hold on to your chain, you gon' end up missin'
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 probably changed the rain in his pockets
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'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Cause you moved to Hollywood, you ain't good out there
Send the Pirus, get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga's shit straight back to Atlanta
Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there
I got shooters in the D, I ain't talkin' 'bout the Pistons
Grand theft auto, send the homies on a mission
Pay your ass a visit, braggin' 'bout your low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know your business
Layin' on your crib like an infant
Kill you in an instant
I'm with 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 on the street
Don't give up the money then it's RIP
Sendin' headshots like the DMV
Half sleep, split your wig like the red sea
Got stripes in the streets 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 your shit, we gon' seize that
Then break it down, roll in G packs
Better be bool, you don't need that
Wop, Flocka Flame, catch me hangin' where the G's at
Rob a dope boy, I ain't worried 'bout prison
Can't call the police 'bout them bricks in the kitchen, nigga
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 probably changed the rain in his pockets
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'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin'
Cause you moved to Hollywood, you ain't good out there
Send the Pirus, get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga's shit straight back to Atlanta
Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there
ย