Be Careful! Lyrics

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Rrahh-rrahh)

On bro', I did! (Slimee-Slimee, Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it)

Bow, Bow (Blttt, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?")

Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (Im a Rockstar)

Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (Im So Slimee, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it)"

She said, "she sorry", uh?

Don't be sorry, hoe, be careful

I got 6 inside, you wanna play? No cap, i'll empty the barrel

I'm with bro' outside, masked up, and we lookin' scary

I don't gotta' lie, i'm tellin' the truth

Bitch, I dare you, to get out ya zone

Swear, you won't make it home

And, I got sticks with stones

Hot rocks hit you, it loosen ya bones

You'll get stripped, i'll take ya pole, bitch ass nigga

Oh, he claim, he a rich ass nigga?

Kick thru the door, hit a lick on that nigga

Walkdown, glock start spittin' at niggas

We gon' blitz that nigga like Madden, if he in the field

I get defensive like I got a shield

Rrahh-rrahh-rrahh, headshot, that's a kill

I'm sick of these niggas, they mad cuz' i'm ill

And, it's gettin' hot dog, you'll get grilled, if you at a cookout

Send shots to ya face, better look out

He post up, lil bro' gettin' took down

Grrahh, trash that nigga, he gettin' took out, bitch

He gettin' flipped, can't book now, bitch

Hit the back of his head, make him look down, he goin up, i'm leavin him stuck

In other words, "Lil bro' stuck up"

Runnin' ya trap, shut the fuck up

Why you tellin' me shit, nigga, I don't give fuck

No cap, I ain't even gon' do much

Like, me & my son Doomut

Pass that bitch like a blunt, rotation

Opp bitch tryna share locations, she keep tryna get naked

Grrahh, i'm out roof with the hand out, it's a donation

This shit loud like a convocation

Open his head, leave lil ass brainless

Bettrr stay safe, cuz' i'm too dangerous

No, I ain't aimin', bitch, i'ma spray it

Like Lysol

Flip a switch, get him clapped, now, it's lights off

Shit pop off, get him pilled like Midol

He'll get left, i'll knock his shit right off his neck (Grrahh-Grrahh)

Play yo' cards, 'fore you get decked

Time up, watch out like a patek

On the set

He better use his head, 'fore he lose it

I don't think he that stupid

I'll put the stick to his ear like Q-tips

Come out the blue, leave his lil ass clueless

Fuck? You thought that I wasn't gon' do it to you?

Start shootin' at you, I ain't shootin' no hoops

And, the stick stand up, it Salute like a Troop

Yea, I be goin' retarded

She said, "she sorry", uh?

Don't be sorry, hoe, be careful

I got 6 inside, you wanna play? No cap, i'll empty the barrel

I'm with bro' outside, masked up, and we lookin' scary

I don't gotta' lie, i'm tellin' the truth

Bitch, I dare you, to get out ya zone

Swear, you won't make it home

And, I got sticks with stones

Hot rocks hit you, it loosen ya bones

You'll get stripped, i'll take ya pole, bitch ass nigga

Oh, he claim, he a rich ass nigga?

Kick thru the door, hit a lick on that nigga

Walkdown, glock start spittin' at niggas

We gon' blitz that nigga like Madden, if he in the field

I get defensive like I got a shield

Rrahh-rrahh-rrahh, headshot, that's a kill

I'm sick of these niggas, they mad cuz' i'm ill

And, it's gettin' hot dog, you'll get grilled, if you at a cookout

Send shots to ya face, better look out

He post up, lil bro' gettin' took down

Bitch (Bitch)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?

Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?"