Triple Caution Lyrics

4, 3, 2, 1

Go and hit em with a ghost ridin', vibin

Slippin' in and out of lanes, sliver chrome frames

Built like Hellcats, hemi fully auto and a stick shift

Pink slip's got a misprint, when I'm always up to mischief

Speeding down the district, mouthing Oh with her lipstick

Suckin' on this tip, you gotta get on this wave

Like Nicolas Cage, playin' Johnny Blaze

Staring death in the face, never catch a case

End up shot or tazed, and I'm not amazed

It's a crazy cold world these days

Just to switch up in the first place

You must be drunk on a Thursday

Coming to Sin-city for your birthday

While she grope on Sergei

Goin' down under with some thunder

Before you're dizzy in a slumber

Drugged and broke

Cause she swiped your credit card number

For hot girl summer

Sammy, you will wreck the car

We will not finish

You have to stay on road, Sammy, please

Oh, fuck

Sammy, Sammy, what are you doing man

Started flexing cash from a settlement

Suit and tie like a gentleman

How'd he end up in this element

Of connivers and vipers

Symptoms of lustful desires

Sugar daddies for hire

Gold digging suppliers

Fuel to the fire

Sounds like Cali

Weather down where he met her

Started with emails and a letter

Plus a big tip for her only fans

Just for good measure

Narcissistic on her mission

Dancing on TikTok from her kitchen

Half-naked recognition

Fatherless activities

Thirst traps and a little tease

Amazon wish list and shipping fees

He's got it paid

Sipping rośe in Alìze

Big baller pockets

Never ever fuckin'

Cause she's always nauseous

In and out with all her other options

Calling it "ladies night"

I beg you

Fast, medium, right

You have to turn the wheel, Sammy

40

Fast, medium, left

50

Downhill

Triple caution

Triple caution

Now bougie bitches got him livid

So a guy can switch up in a minute

Without a limit

Shooting up the place

And everyone in it

Hold up, hold up

That's a little too drastic

Always chasing plastic

Killing out of passion

Going out in fashion

What's the difference if I'm laughing

Tripping is a habit

Living so lavish

Well, shit

If that's life

Then you can fucking have it

We are wrecking the car

It's all about flexing that bag, bro

Sammy, Sammy

We are wrecking the car

Why you hating on flex

And You know what

Honestly

You know

I think we can all agree

That you're a bit of a self-righteous prick

You know

I just wanted to make a fun song once

But, uh

Here we are

The moral of the story