Slippin'
They say I'm Slippin' they talking bout I been missing
I just been chilling I'm switching up my position
Been out the mix so they thinking I still ain't my in it
I just been gettin to the mo y I'm standing on top of business
I can't lay up off percs that shit be cuttin off my feelings
Heardniggas say they gone kill me them niggas don't do no killings
Cut off them bitches they tryna spend all yo chicken
Ion think they like my demeanor I just know that I'm that nigga
And We not tryna snatch no jewelry bitch we blitzin
Couple niggas I aint spoke to I had felt it was some tention
Don't fall out with yo dog jus give dm distance
I can't cuff a bitch you know they be loose I keep it pimipin
They keep hating get no attention all on ig on my mentions
Fuck em all it ain't no picking think they dumb they need some ritling
My boy Ko throw up the 5 but keep all blues like he be cripping
I tell bro to let back the top pull up shooting all out the ceiling
Lil bro on his home walked down that lil sentence
Dre went ot caught some cases sense he been back he been with me
I heard they say they gone get me when I'm out them blicks be with me
Pick up rob he got two glocks that's how we ride around the city
Tryna cop me a lil Bentley pill pippin I get trippy
Get the top from this lil bitch then she get spent I leave her dizzy
They like chop when you gone drop I talk they shit so they gone feel me
Don't give a f us k about no opps I'm telling bro roll up that blizzy
Pass it right to me
Bum ass niggas ain't do Nthn can't take no stripes from me
Fuck this rap shit tried to quit they kept on hyping me
Got some niggas with they don't take pictures take yo life for
Yo this shit a get trife for me
Come catch me out I got that pipe on me it ain't no fighting me
Told Kymbo punch up them flights for me Bro get shit right for me
They Tom bout that shit on sight with me that shit so light to me
My young niggas take pistols bring them bitches right to me
I had hustled in the cold I was out that bitch all night for cheese
Don't text bitches I'm in person vibes it ain't no typin me
I sit back and think like 5 years and wonder where imma be
I sit back like glad I'm not them shit nigga I'm proud of me
I went all type of shit it's cool I still was finding me
A Bad influence told the shorties don't grow up and follow me
I won't lie to you
Infrareds on all on blicks you look up see lights up
Ar scope pose for the picture we put them sights on you
We gone put em right on you
Chop you hard they just can't hear it they like liking you
I'm like fuck em ion like neither
All this money in the way my nigga I can't see me I can't see them niggas
Send some strikes at you
Nigga We send some strikes att you
Lil set up bitch come spend with you gone bring us right to you
Nigga Tom bout it's on sight with me nigga it's on sight on
Yeah it's on sight with you
I was tryna hold em back I did all I can do
Nigga pull up let doe back take yo life from you yea it's on sight with you
They just gassing why they hyping you you ain't that type of dude
They done put sumn in his weed them nuggas must be spiking you
That chop gone make yo car flip like sumn that lighting do
See the shit that I done seen in life that shit enlighten you
See my mans die right next to me this shit a frighten you
Put yo dumb ass out of date we gone come thru expire you
They like chop you off them percs k think I like the higher you
When you running up that check you know they all admire you
You fall off they hang yo jersey up they gone retire you
All these bullets hot lil nigga we gone come and fire you
Put yo lil bum ass on a tshirt put you on a flyer too
He ain't but a lil worker shit I need to hire dude
Aye big chop you got em tripping they thinking they fly than you
I just tell em
Yo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
AYo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
AYo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
AYo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
I Start Trippin Go off and think I can't be touched
Ride with them pistols it's get foggy when that at get bussed
Shirt givency it's the hard one only whit this shit one
Dior kicks I'm spending money just to tear this shit up
I just been chilling I'm switching up my position
Been out the mix so they thinking I still ain't my in it
I just been gettin to the mo y I'm standing on top of business
I can't lay up off percs that shit be cuttin off my feelings
Heardniggas say they gone kill me them niggas don't do no killings
Cut off them bitches they tryna spend all yo chicken
Ion think they like my demeanor I just know that I'm that nigga
And We not tryna snatch no jewelry bitch we blitzin
Couple niggas I aint spoke to I had felt it was some tention
Don't fall out with yo dog jus give dm distance
I can't cuff a bitch you know they be loose I keep it pimipin
They keep hating get no attention all on ig on my mentions
Fuck em all it ain't no picking think they dumb they need some ritling
My boy Ko throw up the 5 but keep all blues like he be cripping
I tell bro to let back the top pull up shooting all out the ceiling
Lil bro on his home walked down that lil sentence
Dre went ot caught some cases sense he been back he been with me
I heard they say they gone get me when I'm out them blicks be with me
Pick up rob he got two glocks that's how we ride around the city
Tryna cop me a lil Bentley pill pippin I get trippy
Get the top from this lil bitch then she get spent I leave her dizzy
They like chop when you gone drop I talk they shit so they gone feel me
Don't give a f us k about no opps I'm telling bro roll up that blizzy
Pass it right to me
Bum ass niggas ain't do Nthn can't take no stripes from me
Fuck this rap shit tried to quit they kept on hyping me
Got some niggas with they don't take pictures take yo life for
Yo this shit a get trife for me
Come catch me out I got that pipe on me it ain't no fighting me
Told Kymbo punch up them flights for me Bro get shit right for me
They Tom bout that shit on sight with me that shit so light to me
My young niggas take pistols bring them bitches right to me
I had hustled in the cold I was out that bitch all night for cheese
Don't text bitches I'm in person vibes it ain't no typin me
I sit back and think like 5 years and wonder where imma be
I sit back like glad I'm not them shit nigga I'm proud of me
I went all type of shit it's cool I still was finding me
A Bad influence told the shorties don't grow up and follow me
I won't lie to you
Infrareds on all on blicks you look up see lights up
Ar scope pose for the picture we put them sights on you
We gone put em right on you
Chop you hard they just can't hear it they like liking you
I'm like fuck em ion like neither
All this money in the way my nigga I can't see me I can't see them niggas
Send some strikes at you
Nigga We send some strikes att you
Lil set up bitch come spend with you gone bring us right to you
Nigga Tom bout it's on sight with me nigga it's on sight on
Yeah it's on sight with you
I was tryna hold em back I did all I can do
Nigga pull up let doe back take yo life from you yea it's on sight with you
They just gassing why they hyping you you ain't that type of dude
They done put sumn in his weed them nuggas must be spiking you
That chop gone make yo car flip like sumn that lighting do
See the shit that I done seen in life that shit enlighten you
See my mans die right next to me this shit a frighten you
Put yo dumb ass out of date we gone come thru expire you
They like chop you off them percs k think I like the higher you
When you running up that check you know they all admire you
You fall off they hang yo jersey up they gone retire you
All these bullets hot lil nigga we gone come and fire you
Put yo lil bum ass on a tshirt put you on a flyer too
He ain't but a lil worker shit I need to hire dude
Aye big chop you got em tripping they thinking they fly than you
I just tell em
Yo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
AYo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
AYo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
AYo Slippin I'm falling I can't get up
I Start Trippin Go off and think I can't be touched
Ride with them pistols it's get foggy when that at get bussed
Shirt givency it's the hard one only whit this shit one
Dior kicks I'm spending money just to tear this shit up
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Writer(s): Mickele Ingram
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