Slippin'

[Produced By Dae One] [Verse 1 – Trizz] Trip up and get caught slipping Kill him if he trip me, dispose him and start dipping I’m riding if you with it, it’s nothing, I’m with the business Crowd my space if you inches and Imma make this nigga feel it Off top you can tell I’m Trizz [?] Nigga I ain’t kidding, I’m seriously a villain And that’s the message nigga, I sign, lick it, and seal it I give the address to a fake nigga and then send it It’s a rap, so I’m as real as it’s getting The rest of you niggas be perpetrating for these bitches I’m all about the Benjamins, fuck how a bitch is living Unless she break me off some paper and let me hit it Cause I’m out to fucks to give up A lot of you niggas claiming to get it need to give up I make it, I get it, I’m killing these niggas With no hesitation to give it to niggas I’m plotting [?] get rid of you niggas Leaving no evidence what I did to you niggas [Hook – Trizz] If he get caught slipping Kill him while he’s chilling with his bitch and with his niggas These niggas think I’m playing but honestly I ain’t kidding One of you niggas gon feel it with emphasis in a minute We gon slide on em, and then rob em Man if it’s really necessary we pull a nine on em What’s in his pockets, nigga only a five on him Left him bleeding in front of his homies till he died on em [Verse 2 – Trizz] I’m a fucking soldier Tell em Trizz told ya Blowing on this Dozier, feel like I’m off the coca At the Panda Rosa, layed up with Rosa This is how I live, another day in California Oh he mad at me? Fuck a nigga, so what? I’m about to blow up, I got a gig, show up Promoters better have my fucking money when I show up I ain’t doing shit till that fucking money show up Huh? Break bread or fake dead I’m on a nigga head if he don’t come with them feds It’s nothing to pay a nigga to fill him up with lead Here’s a stack in all cash, go put a nigga to bed Yup, and don’t forget what I said Show a nigga what I’m saying just for thinking I’m playing Get a nigga, kill a nigga, throw away the banger Feel no remorse cause my passion is for danger [Hook][x2] [Verse 3 – Chuuwee] Catch him slipping on his lonesome Watch his whole dome split I don’t need a chrome fifth I’m going toe to toe with him Niggas on that ho shit, front door open So we finna crash the party with some gas and explosives The blow is too corrosive Hang me from the cross like the son of Mary Joseph Believe me, went too strong As all day long put threats into songs As bait just to wanna see what nigga play along My nigga Trizz riding shotgun with the AR Play hard, you niggas come up shorter than K. Hart This shit is not a game, and if it was, then we play hard Always in the kitchen making sure the knives stay sharp These niggas always talking until we walk up and spark em Regardless if you was kidding my niggas took it to heart We the hardest, with 40 calibers loaded up in your yard Precaution whenever you talk to us, you fucking retard [Hook][x2]