Caughtcha Slippin’

[Verse 1: Yo Lynch]
Woke up in the afternoon, 211's on my mind
Smoked a blunt of ink and I think it's time I grip my nigga the nine
Loaded up that nine double-m, put that Glock down my hip
Took a little trip, 'cause I'm bailed up, busters trippin'
My niggas let their shawty ride, cruisin' to that other side
High as sky, I can't lie, but this shit is do or die
Parked my car behind the track, pulled out my fuckin' gat
Sat behind the bushes scopin', watchin' none of them suckers locin'
All of a sudden, I just click, jump out like a lunatic
Make them niggas date out quick, drop it off your ass bitch
One of them tryed to pull their gat, so I had to let 'em have it
Buck, buck, buck, caught three, from my automatic
Gotta move quick, so I got the money, the jewelery, the dope
Then I'm broke, watchin' my back, for the folks, uh
Dash to the top, fast, crank' it up, mash the gas
Drove up from the [?], back to the hood, count my cash
Feet to the floor, gotta go, gotta burn a rubber down a motherfuckin' block
With my Glock still cocked
Lookin' at my rear view, what the hell I'm gonna do, If I see a crooked cop
Them devilish dollars keep on dancin' in my head
So if the Five-O vote with the [?], they catchin' lead
Made it to the hood, all good, put up the jewelery and dope
Then I put the cheese in the bank, 'cause I'm finna get some moat
Peek-a-boo, I got you, once again I got my victim
It's the homicidal villain, fool, caught your ass slippin', nigga

[Chorus: Young Lo]
Don't get caught slippin' bitch, Young Lo and Yo Lynch is the shit
For the 9-6, I caught you slippin', that's the niggas you can't fuck with
Don't get caught slippin' bitch, Young Lo and Yo Lynch is the shit
For the 9-6, I caught you slippin', that's the niggas you can't fuck with

[Verse 2: Young Lo]
[?] paper, thinkin' of a cable, must've flipped my script for chili
Dips and gravy, yeah baby, see you rollin', big Mercedes
Diamonds and pearls, [?] this bitch got more chicken [?]
In the perch, smokin' green, as I'm casin' out the scene
[?] to the [?] shot, just as [?] parking lot
I jacked the bitch, smacked the bitch, then they had to gack the bitch
Ballin' outta control, look in the rearview, see a two-year old in the babyseat
Strapped down to the [?], got me trapped now
To them busters leavin' no evidence, raise it to my residence
Killin' the child got me noid, welp, got to collect my [?]
Forgive and forget, dealin' with this, lifestyle of a criminal
Thugsta in my blood, make me [?] on a buster [?]
Very close to [?] street, at the [?] I'm [?]
Parked the steamers by the cleaners, got my Glock and bail, G
Come back to the bizzo, with my frizzo, we can scrip this bitch
Split them chips, of the rims and folks in their radio
System in the trunk, [?] at this junt
Juice gon' grab them AMP's and things so we can make some small change
Know some niggas flippin' cars, just might need to stick a charge
Got a garage on the hill, all I need is a couple of beers
For my time in [?], gotta keep my hustle steady yea, you know
[?] my gravy, caught you slippin' baby
N-I-E, to the T-Y-6, Young Lo and that nigga Lynch
Stalkin' from [?], gotta get paid, don't you get caught slippin' baby, nigga

[Chorus: Young Lo]
Don't get caught slippin' bitch, Young Lo and Yo Lynch is the shit
For the 9-6, I caught you slippin', that's the niggas you can't fuck with
Don't get caught slippin' bitch, Young Lo and Yo Lynch is the shit
For the 9-6, I caught you slippin', that's the niggas you can't fuck with
Don't get caught slippin' bitch, Young Lo and Yo Lynch is the shit
For the 9-6, I caught you slippin', that's the niggas you can't fuck with
Don't get caught slippin' bitch, Young Lo and Yo Lynch is the shit
For the 9-6, I caught you slippin', that's the niggas you can't fuck with

[Outro: Young Lo]
Them the shit, that you niggas can't fuck with