HS87 - Caution (Feat. Hit-Boy & Audio Push) | Текст песни

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• Caution (Feat. Hit-Boy & Audio Push)

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[Verse 1]
I just spent a quarter million dollars on taxes
So catch up to my basket, you ain’t none of my basket.
I’m the bright son, that is sure,
All in the face, no Braxton, how many millions did I make this shit
Four? That’s fantastic.
And since she knows I got pesos I’m living the real life bang bros,
That mean I’m in Emmit Smithin' these hoes and running to
I’m just 22, small problems, bent to ‘em, no confusion.
Me and my niggers cause have it when we have it deep,
I’m a part of this, put you on ice like a hockey team.
That’s my prophecy, you should follow me,
I’m not talking on Twitter shit, I’m just talking the realer shit, Ted Bundy, that’s killer shit

[Hook]
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea

[Verse 2]
Alright, I’m actually getting green, that’s the C-Lo dough
Rest in peace to Marley, Jermaine, Jakie and Tito, bro.
Breaking all the penal codes, rather make it Peter Rose
She see me, she see that gold, my money off, now she go low
I’m getting paper, feeling like a player,
You’re waiting on the world to change, boy, you John Mayer
Take a girl and slay her, slip off both her friends, I’m going in,
Real nigger came about that gudda like a ball of pins
And here I go again
Talk shits or no talking, I’m like John Wild with this balling,
Wizard, kill her, no name calling,
Be the gummy water flossing, we are gators, no lacrossing
In that coffee you get toasting all this ball is so exhausting
So I’m screaming out

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
HS87 the hottest, that’s the word on the street,
Boy we crappin out on these rappers like birds on the bitch
And the haters kill em off, you ain’t with us, you suppose to die
You dummies couldn’t get the vision, so we multiplied
I tamed that young nigger, that Jimmy Roll, that boy
And your girl is that modern chick that sin for my toy.
I be playing playing be playing with it, when you leave I land with it
Double trouble I slay your sister and leave the scene, I ain’t straying with her.
Twenty four around the clock, I’m on my job, nigga
Looking for the realest, meet the mob, nigga
Now you’re talking of bosses, all about winning, never no losses
Money just spinning flip summer salting, we stare when we try to stop him, oh yeah we call it

[Hook]