Royal T (rapper) - Slippin’

{Intro}
Hahahaha
Hell muthafucken yeah
Gripping muthafucken bitches been yappin
Punk muthafuckas
I'm a 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 (?...)
Baby girl callin
Thinking I'm gonna fall in love
But fuckin duckin
Bitches suckin'
Now walk in (?...) 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 ever time through vine
I hear that fool wanna get a little funny
Is it for the money, whether (?...)
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
Blood stains 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 (?...) for 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)