Catch You Slippin' Songtext
von Playa Fly

I was a straight duck, runnin′ up behind her
Cryin' like a bitch ′cause I could not find her

When I—, when I—, when I—
When I catch you slippin'
When-when I catch you slippin'
When-when I catch you slippin′
Bitch, I′m gonna pull your fuckin' card
Player hatin′, imitatin' niggas traitin′ like they hard


Creepin' through the outskirts, ′bout to lay this lemon in the dirt
Fly gon' pull your card if you gon' nod and leave your feelings hurt
So hurt, full of pain, so ashamed ′cause Fly roast you, bitch
Gangsta Blac, he down with this clique and pack that MAC so quick
Ball so goddamn wild he ′bout to clizzick up on any trick
Come on, test this pimpin' clique, Fly smackin′ bitches with a brick
This here pimpin' for you niggas with that ana′ on your chest
Lay your punk ass down to rest, ho, S.P.V. you'll never guess
So down with the S.P.L
I love to catch you lemons slippin′
Weasel pop 'em with the Glock, now your fuckin' blood is drippin′
Pull you like a ace of spade, didn′t Fly told your funky ass
Play the trick role of a ho and run, but your ass won't last?
What′s up to you Lil' Fly imitaters, traiters of my style?
Perpetratin′ like you me, when Lil' Fly so damn natural
Trick Lil′ Playa, know you bitch, I'm creepin' in the fuckin′ dark
And when I catch you slippin′, bitch, I'm gonna pull your fuckin′ card

When—, when I catch you slippin', bitch
I′m gonna pull your fuckin' card
Player hatin′, imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard
Whe-when I catch you slippin′, bitch
I′m gonna pull your fuckin' card
Player hatin′, imitatin' niggas traitin′ like they hard


See we got some jealous fellas in the streets
And I can't understand this
See this Jyule′s bitch is mad because his broad is tryna fuck with me
But really, I can care less 'bout you, boy, and your fuckin' figures
I was brought up on that old school
Some of them call it pimpin′
G is Gaither, that′s all where I dwell and where I'm comin′ from
A is ana' for you punk-ass niggas, come, and get you some
I is income what I′m makin', cheese, off my fuckin′ pack
T is twin creepin' up smooth, more dogs got my back
H, I'm headed back to the hood, where I′m up to no good
E is S.P.V. or S.P.L., fuck the R.I.C
Them local yokels kills me, tryin′ to play that gangster role
But test Lil' Ced′ll dead, I bet you get your punk-ass beat up, ho
Quick, you son of a bitch, that's how we do it in the South
Kick back, smokin′ weed, makin' cheese is what we ′bout
Now R is for I'm runnin' up, it′s time for me to pull your card
Player haters, imitatin′ niggas traitin' like they hard

When I catch you slippin′, bitch
I'm gonna pull your fuckin′ card
Player hatin', imitatin′ niggas traitin' like they hard
When I catch you slippin', bitch
I′m gonna pull your fuckin′ card
Player hatin', imitatin′ niggas traitin' like they hard

Pullin′ niggas cards from the start wasn't easily
If you was a ho, then you know it was on, G
S.P.L. and S.P.V. we killin′ busters on our nuts
Thought you bring that big ol' three
And drop some slugs off in they guts
Godless wonder, signs of thunder, run you to your hideaway
Sneakin' and I′m creepin′, just to make sure that your ass will lay
In your grave, dead, so afraid when I bust them caps
Bitch, you talkin' plenty shit, Fly buckin′ lemons off the map
Playa Posse stayin' down and fuck another wannabe
Lemons get a bigger life and suckers just don′t step to me
Lamer than them niggas claimin' triggers and a Player role
Pleadin′ to a fuckin' player, Fly don't wanna hear it, ho
′Bout to clown, beat you down, then I dwell in Funkytown
Even in the studio, don′t you like Lil' Playa sound?
Ana′s all up in the air, we need to keep it out the South
'Bout me, ho, you don′t know shit, so keep Fly name up out your mouth
Buster bitches talkin' shit, they leave the scene without a trace
Got some ana′, you can't handle S.P.V. across your face
Happy birthday to my nigga Gangsta Wheez with all my heart
If these lemons test some pimpin', Russell, we gon′ pull they card

When I catch you slippin′, bitch
I'm gonna pull your fuckin′ card
Player hatin', imitatin′ niggas traitin' like they hard
When I catch you slippin′, bitch
I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card
Player hatin′, imitatin′ niggas traitin' like they hard

Slidin′ from the back, with the Gat upsides your dome
Homicides are fuckin' prone, when I′m jawnin' for that tone
With that weed up in my system as I hit them with the milli round
Thousand niggas deep, on the creep, that be South bound
Clowning′s what I am, who I be and what I do
Rat-a, t, a fuckin' tat, on your motherfuckin' crew
Is it me that be that G, that be standin′ in your yard?
Strictly from South Park, pullin′ player haters' cards

Clicked with South Park Mafia, ho, ain′t no stoppin' a
Single shot, forty-five, trick, got me after the
Late night sprees got me crunk
South Park Posse, mega buck
Flowin′ 'til Im yawnin′, early mornin', blame it on the funk
Funky as some shit, Dirty Dud, should I show these scrubs?
Player hatin' me because I′m bumpin′, wakin' on them drugs
Twenty sack, Fly, Blac, thrill ′til we outie, jack
All about my hustle, me and Russell soakin' on the track
When I catch you slippin′, leave you dead in the alley, dude
Gangsta B, Gangsta Wheez, S.P.V. outie, fool

When—, when I catch you slippin', bitch
I′m gonna pull your fuckin' card
Player hatin', imitatin′ niggas traitin′ like they hard
When I catch you slipp—
When I catch—, when I—
When I—, when I catch you slippin'—
When I catch you slippin′—, when I catch—
When I catch you slippin', bitch
I′m gonna pull your fuckin' card
Player hatin′, imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard
When I catch you slipp—, when I catch—
When I catch you slipp—
When I catch you slipp—, when I catch—
When I— when I—, when-when I catch you slippin′, bitch
I′m gonna pull your fuckin' card
Player hatin′, imitatin' niggas traitin′ like they hard