"Caution" lyrics
SMJ & BabyDrill Lyrics
Hold On
This shit dangerous I make 'em move wit caution
Realist bitch alive and when I'm dead and in a coffin
This shit that I'm smokin' on right now it got me coughing
Any nigga outa line I got my bro in hear to chalk ya
I say the word he get it done
I been getting money no need to promote the guns
But I still a show a bitch wassup she poppin' at dem gums
Really show a bitch I'm like that put a belt onnat for fun
Yeaaa
I probably rock that baby
Would say bitches in my blunt but I be smoking flavors
Tired a bitches watching me it's time to cut the cable
I'm finna get up on y'all ass and tell 'em blame the label
Truth be told they should be blaming me
I'm the first young nigga out the hood seen a M but I'll still work that backseat
Told SMJ the day they play the day they all deceased
Pay for a body like clothes off Shein
Walk that boy down hit his top where he think
My bitch keep Glock in her purse she sending shit to NASA
These niggas ain't having funds they just having guns go to jail who the fuck gone get 'em
These niggas really my son go KKK 'cause ion fuck with niggas
When it's war nigga hide nigga know wassp I'm the one that come and get 'em
Ian have nun to lose I'll spray sum
And I'll get sum free just say sum
I'll go like Chief Keef for I let a police ass nigga turn me to Trayvon
ARP dare a fuck nigga take sum
Think he a opp he a creative player
Get shit dropped like Dave Chappelle
AKA the Demon Slayer
Yea, Queen shit I step on bitches like they peasants
These bitches know wassup they know this shit hea far from pleasant
I ride around wit hot shit make a heart stop shit a bless ya
Bitch I'm feeling mustard tell these rapper bitches catch up
Yeaaa
I'm running laps on bitches
Only hanging with the killers fuck the rats and snitches
Who the fuck claim the best like bitch that's my position
Hit the club we make it rain these bitches finna scissor
Lil bro got shot inside the club but he ain't take no liquor
We just bought some hands inside the Drac send a flash ian talking 'bout picture
I put a titty on a bottom of the drake
Bro beat a body then went MIA
I put the signature onside of the stick
And I put your mans right inside of the grave
This shit dangerous I make 'em move wit caution
Realist bitch alive and when I'm dead and in a coffin
This shit that I'm smokin' on right now it got me coughing
Any nigga outa line I got my bro in hear to chalk ya
I say the word he get it done
I been getting money no need to promote the guns
But I still a show a bitch wassup she poppin' at dem gums
Really show a bitch I'm like that put a belt onnat for fun
Yeaaa
I probably rock that baby
Would say bitches in my blunt but I be smoking flavors
Tired a bitches watching me it's time to cut the cable
I'm finna get up on y'all ass and tell 'em blame the label
Truth be told they should be blaming me
I'm the first young nigga out the hood seen a M but I'll still work that backseat
Told SMJ the day they play the day they all deceased
Pay for a body like clothes off Shein
Walk that boy down hit his top where he think
My bitch keep Glock in her purse she sending shit to NASA
These niggas ain't having funds they just having guns go to jail who the fuck gone get 'em
These niggas really my son go KKK 'cause ion fuck with niggas
When it's war nigga hide nigga know wassp I'm the one that come and get 'em
Ian have nun to lose I'll spray sum
And I'll get sum free just say sum
I'll go like Chief Keef for I let a police ass nigga turn me to Trayvon
ARP dare a fuck nigga take sum
Think he a opp he a creative player
Get shit dropped like Dave Chappelle
AKA the Demon Slayer
Yea, Queen shit I step on bitches like they peasants
These bitches know wassup they know this shit hea far from pleasant
I ride around wit hot shit make a heart stop shit a bless ya
Bitch I'm feeling mustard tell these rapper bitches catch up
Yeaaa
I'm running laps on bitches
Only hanging with the killers fuck the rats and snitches
Who the fuck claim the best like bitch that's my position
Hit the club we make it rain these bitches finna scissor
Lil bro got shot inside the club but he ain't take no liquor
We just bought some hands inside the Drac send a flash ian talking 'bout picture
I put a titty on a bottom of the drake
Bro beat a body then went MIA
I put the signature onside of the stick
And I put your mans right inside of the grave
