Slippin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Hahahaha Hell muthafuckin' yeah A grip of muthafuckin' bitches been yappin' Punk muthafuckas I'ma catch your punk ass slippin' Talkin' this and that Not even knowing what the fuck you talkin' 'bout You ain't nothin' but marks [Verse 1: Royal T] Well, it's the R to the O-Y-A-L T From the SD, rolling in a '63 Muthafuckas hate me 'cause they can't fade me So they playa hate me But they best be ready for the sickness Killing me a witness Fuck a hit list Why you tryna diss this? Sick muthafucka, [?] you duckin' Can tell by the way that I flow so well Hell, which girl gonna be the one come to ring my bell? The hotel, phone gonna [?] Babygirl callin' Thinking I'm gonna fall in love But fuckin' duckin' Bitches suckin' Man walk in long clip guaranteed that I'm buckin' hearing something To bump in your ride, you glide the street to 619 It's the Royal, the Feno Steady dippin' and doing crime I'm in sick in the mind every time through vine I hear that fool wanna get a little funny Is it for the money, whether everybody Wanna a little piece of John Gotti Oh lodi dodi, now who be the one to step in? It's the wicked muthafucka from the 619 With a nine millimeter weapon And I'm down muthafucka to go fuck around Bust another Brown, put one on the ground You been hogged by a fool that's fucking down Check this out, punk, don't let me catch you slippin' [Chorus] Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Slippin') Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Don't let me catch yo' ass) Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Slippin') Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Slippin') [Verse 2: Feno] Who the fuck wanna trip? Bitch, don't slip or you're gonna get hit 'Cause I'm busting your lip And I'm taking your grip And unloading the clip At your wack ass click just for talking that shit It's an evil ass twist This is [?], muthafucka That you just can't see Fools from my click be hustlers And we putting it down for the big SD Who the fuck want beef? From the west to the east We hitting your streets and pulling our heat from under the seats So we can defeat those trying to compete You gonna get beat Down to the floor Levas I'm letting you know How this shit go Straight toe to toe I be throwing blows Bloodstains on your clothes and I'm breaking yo' nose I wanted to scrap but you pulled out a strap I started to laugh 'Cause I knew that you didn't have enough heart to blast You left hot tracks You was gone and I knew the whole time that you wasn't a real G If a muthafucka gonna pull out a strap Then that muthafucka better kill me 'Cause I will be, back and I Put that on my town Thought I couldn't rap because I was brown Fool who's down and who's on the ground I'm still pumping rounds You said you was down but Even you know you're not The pain won't stop 'til your body drops Heard you be slippin' better not get caught [Chorus] Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Slippin') Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Don't let me catch yo' ass) Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Slippin') Don't let me catch yo' ass, slippin' (Don't let me catch yo' ass)