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Caught Slipping (Let Me In) Lyrics[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)

[Verse 1]
When I first started, I told 'em I was gon' be on top
Was sellin' drugs, woke up every morning on that block
Six shot revolver and Lil' Ben was strapped up with that Glock
I lost my phone same night we ran from the cops (Go)
(This is the sound)
I went to jail, I got apprehend by the narcs
I cut my house arrest bracelet, slept on Montana couch
I met Gucci four days after they let me out
I promise myself that I’ll a never see drought
All my niggas they be trappin' with me, gettin' it in
Late night at dancers, full of pills, it’s just me and twin
This for Dump and all my niggas, I don’t need no friends
NBA, I’m screamin' “Gang” all the way 'till the end

[Chorus]
Oh, let me in it, I held my head high, I was in that prison
Oh, now I’m gettin' it, this for them youngins that got that hustler ambition
Go getcho' money, don’t put yo' trust in these bitches
And keep yo' pistol, niggas hatin', don’t get caught slippin'
Be 'bout yo' business, if you beefin', end up missin'
Fuck the police, if you catch 'em, better zip 'em

[Verse 2]
I put that on my soul, you know I ain’t tryna go
And I know how it go, bitch you better play yo' role
You know I’m out that Nawf, Baby Joe throwin' up them fo's
And I’m like “Fuck the cost” I want 'em, I’ma get 'em gone (I got 'em)
Niggas in the grave from pretendin' on them songs
I’m in my last days, they gon’ miss me when I’m gone
Delete yo' Instagram, niggas scared to leave they home
I want you too, it ain’t no hidin', I’ma bust yo' dome
Police wanna question us 'bout what’s been goin' on
I know it’s tapped, I be scared to talk on the phone
Lord forgive me 'cause I know I been doin' wrong
Don’t wanna hurt nobody, Lord, tell 'em leave me 'lone
It ain’t no rattin', my whole clique been locked up in the feds
Don’t read about it, come and ask me what I fuckin' did
Been havin' dreams lately, somebody gon' bust my head
Done came a long ways from where I used to be at

[Chorus]
Oh, let me in it, I held my head high, I was in that prison
Oh, now I’m gettin' it, this for them youngins that got that hustler ambition
Go getcho' money, don’t put yo' trust in these bitches
And keep yo' pistol, niggas hatin', don’t get caught slippin'
Be 'bout yo' business, if you beefin', end up missin'
Fuck the police, if you catch 'em, better zip 'em (Better zip 'em, nigga)