Hit-Boy

Hit-Boy - Caution lyrics

rate me

I just spent a quarter million dollars, on taxes

So catch up to my bracket, you ain’t shooting out of my basket

I’m lebron son, that’s action

All in the face no braxton

How many millions that I make this shit,

4, that’s fantastic, and since she know I got pesos

I’m living a real life bang bros

That mean I’m in my spiff and these hoes and wanna throw em

I just 22 em, small problems, nothing to em

No confusion

Yeah, my niggas cause havoc when we mobbing deep

I’m a prodigy, put you on ice like a hockey team

That’s my prophecy, you should follow me

I ain’t talking that twitter shit,

I’m just talking that realer shit

Ted bundy, that’s killer shit

[Hook] x 2

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Killin niggas often

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Big bossin, feeling fuckin awesome

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Killin niggas often

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Big bossin, feeling fuckin awesome

Alright, I’m out here getting green

That’s that cee lo dough

Rest in peace to marlin jamay, jackie and tito bro

Breaking all the penal codes,

Grab on me get peter rose

She see me she see that gold

My money up now she go low

Yeah I’m getting paper, feeling like the player

Why you waiting on the world to change

Boy you john mayer

I’ma take your girl and slay her

Sleep above her friends, I’m going in

Real nigga came about that gutter like a ball and pen

Oh here I go again

Talking shit or no talking

I’m like john wall with this balling

Wizard, killer, no name calling

Peter got me water flossin, we’re all gators, no lacrossing

In that coffin you get tossed, and all this balling so exhausting

So we screaming out

[Hook]

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Killin niggas often

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Big bossin, feeling fuckin awesome

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Killin niggas often

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Big bossin, feeling fuckin awesome

Hs87, the hottest, that’s the word on the street

But we’re crappin all on these rappers

Like birds on the beach

Envy haters kill em off,

You ain’t with us, you supposed to die

You dummies couldn’t get division so we multiply

Octane, that young nigga, that jimmy boy, that boy

And your girl is that model chick that’s in it for my toy

I be playing, playing, be playing with her

When you leave, I’m laying with her

Double trouble, I slay her sister

Then ladies see I ain’t staying with her

24 around the clock, I’m on my job nigga

They looking for the realest, meet the mob nigga

Now you talking the bosses, all about winning, never no losses

Money just spinning, flip summersaulting

What’s that word we tryina stop em, yeah

[Hook]

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Killin niggas often

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Big bossin, feeling fuckin awesome

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Killin niggas often

Caution, caution, caution, caution

Big bossin, feeling fuckin awesome.

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