CAUTION!! Lyrics

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Yeah hazard, Caution

My niggas lost it

I'm at the top so can't hear if you calling

I know some shooters they layin' in Boston

Killing these niggas it's getting exhausting

They know when J.T.S. drop then it's over

Head of these niggas the gang on my shoulders

Ice on my neck that bitch look like a bolder

Pineapple Crush way too dirty to open (Yeah)

Shot at that nigga left him on the concrete

Who is you dissing lil' bro, it is not me

Rick Owen pants, left them hoes in the laundry

Prada my bag, and my wrist look like hockey

He keep on dissin' lil' bro you could at me

She wanna fuck, left that hoe in the backseat

Ain't spend a band on that hoe she was that cheap

I'll clutch on whoever I think looking at me

(Yeah hazard, Caution

My niggas lost it

I'm at the top so can't hear if you calling

I know some shooters they layin' in Boston

Killing these niggas it's getting exhausting

They know when J.T.S. drop then it's over

Head of these niggas the gang on my shoulders

Ice on my neck that bitch look like a bolder

Pineapple Crush way too dirty to open)

Yeah, Uh

Shirt got a whole lot of holes

Shoot at that boy, I ain't using the scope

My diamonds so cold got me wiping my nose

Might wipe that boy nose if he upping a pole

Been workin' on shit that they don't even know

I fucked that boy bitch cause he lame and he broke

Still clutch on that boy with that whole semiauto

These broke boys

They hoes want me

Can't control it

Timeless Rolie

Can't lose my bros yeah

That's something I can't bare

Dirty my cup yeah

Same color as my hair

Yeah hazard, Caution

My niggas lost it

I'm at the top so can't hear if you calling

I know some shooters they layin' in Boston

Killing these niggas it's getting exhausting

They know when J.T.S. drop then it's over

Head of these niggas the gang on my shoulders

Ice on my neck that bitch look like a bolder

Pineapple Crush way too dirty to open (Yeah)

Shot at that nigga left him on the concrete

Who is you dissing lil' bro, it is not me

Rick Owen pants, left them hoes in the laundry

Prada my bag, and my wrist look like hockey

He keep on dissin' lil' bro you could at me

She wanna fuck, left that hoe in the backseat

Ain't spend a band on that hoe she was that cheap

I'll clutch on whoever I think looking at me