CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Caution

(AXL, AXL)
F**k this slpiff, n***a
We burn opps, n***a!
F**k cops, n***a!
What's crackin'?
(Yo, Pop [?])
F**k Mike, n***a!
F**k is wrong with n***as, man?
[?], n***a
F**k is wrong with n***as?
What?
N***as wasn't ready for this
I'm in the booth, bro
I'm in the booth, cuz
I got you, cuz
Call you right back, cuz, woo
Aight

Look, huh
Caution, I don't have time for the walkin'
I keep a (Grrt baow), I don't have time for talkin'
I take yo money, extortion
I buy your treesh in an auction
Gimme that, hol' on
Glizzy foreign like a Taurus
[?], hit 'em up, wait
Glizzy on me, bullets penetrate, hol' on (Shoota)
.30, on gang, it gon' detonate
823rd, no Get Straight
100 Cloccs, sanctioned
I catch a opp and blanked him
stankin', hol' on, wait
I call up [?] and he bang bang
I'm with the Crips, know be gang bang
I do not f**k with no shift n***as
All that twirlin', leave you dizzy, n***a
I do not f**k with this [?]
Drac' n***as, we gon' kill 'em n***as
We evaluate, we drillin' n***as (Drillin' n***as)
I'm Getting Straight Cash, and I'm sanctioned
100 Clocc Crip and you know I ain't feelin' n***as (What's crackin'?)
I catch a opp and we be spillin' n***as
Trigg?r with me, we be hitting n***as, hol' on, wait
Swip?y with me, we be drillin' n***as (Swipey with me, we be drillin' n***as)
What's crackin'?
Swipey with me, we be drillin' n***as (09' to the Cloccs, n***a)
Hunnid (F**k you talkin' bout?)
Swipey with me, we be drillin' n***as, Swipey with me, we be drillin' n***as
We gon' hit him and finish him, nobody innocent if you ain't dead, better lay down
Flossy the jungle where n***as rumble
Aim at your head, we don't spray ground
Aim at your head, we don't spray ground
Boy you ain't safe in the playground
Come to the Cloccs with whips, n***a
You and (Shh) gettin' laid down
N***a everything K
Big 24, don't call me blood
Kick down the door
Big 092, show no remorse
Buyin' designer, all in the store
Can't get you out, b*t*h, you a w****
For my lil' guy
D'usse on a floor
I make a call, b*t*h and it's war
Two-liter Sprite, I pour a four
Pull up TD, I got ten in my jeans
Pop out with me, was on TV
Patek Phillipe, Givenchy tee
I need a mil', been in these streets
Know that I'm Floss, come to the East
LOAB, screamin', "Free Ree"
Shooters in plaza, stay with the sleaze
I call the Ape, free Melly Gz
Look
Caption, [?] picture, walkin' through
Twenty on bottles, my diamonds they shinin', these VV's hit out the pigeon coop
(Woo), I take that b*t*h with me on a roll
Big .30 clip on me, hittin' stores and I'm duckin' the Jakes, tryna make it home
Sh*t, Trav
I hit the spot and I cook it up
B*t*hes, they heard that we hella lit
Now all these hoes wanna f**k wit' us
Michael Amiri the denim, Givenchy the tee, sippin' lean out the double cup
I ride in the foreign so as you can see when I step in the spot I'ma f**k it up
When I step in the spot I'ma f**k it up
Hol' on, hol' on
Bad b*t*hes in my section, 20 bottles my direction
Foreign whip, it's not a question
Hol' on, hol' on
I f**k your b*t*h with my chains on, she told me to teach her a lesson