Caution lyrics

[Intro: 100 Cloccs]
(AXL, AXL)
f*ck this spliff, n*gga
We burn opps, n*gga (Brr)
f*ck cops, n*gga (Gang)
Hunnids
What's crackin'?
(Yo, Pop, what's crackin'?)
f*ck Mike, n*gga
f*ck is wrong with n*ggas, man?
[?] not sayin' no names, n*gga
f*ck is wrong with n*ggas? (Gang, gang)
What? (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
n*ggas wasn't ready for this
I'm in the booth, bro
I'm in the booth, cuz (Skrrt)
[?]
I got you, cuz
Call you right back, cuz, woo
Aight

[Verse 1: 100 Cloccs]
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 a auction
Gimme that–, hol' on
Glizzy foreign like a Taurus
[?] wit' me so we scorin'
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
I kill a [?] and he stankin', hol' on, wait
I call up [?] and he bang bang
I'm with the Crips, know be gang bang
I do not f*ck with no shifty n*ggas
All that twirlin', leave you dizzy, n*gga
I do not f*ck with this [?]
Drac' n*ggas, we gon' kill 'em n*ggas
We evaluate, we drillin' n*ggas (Drillin' n*ggas)
I'm Gеtting Straight Cash, and I'm sanctioned
100 Clocc Crip and you know I ain't feelin' n*ggas (What's crackin'?)
I catch a opp and we be spillin' n*ggas
Triggеr with me, we be hitting n*ggas, hol' on, wait
Swipey with me, we be drillin' n*ggas (Swipey with me, we be drillin' n*ggas)
What's crackin'?
Swipey with me, we be drillin' n*ggas (09' to the Cloccs, n*gga)
Hunnid (f*ck you talkin' bout?)
Swipey with me, we be drillin' n*ggas, Swipey with me, we be drillin' n*ggas
[Verse 2: Pop Smoke/100 Cloccs]
We gon' hit him and finish him, nobody innocent
If you ain't dead, better lay down
Flossy, the jungle where n*ggas 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*gga
You and (Shh) gettin' laid down
n*gga everything K
Big 24, don't call me bluff
Kick down the door
Big 092, show no remorse
Buyin' designer, all in the store
Can't get you out, b*tch, you a whore
For my lil' guy
D'usse on a floor
I make a call, b*tch, 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 mill', been in these streets
Know that I'm Floss, come to the East
LOAB, screamin', "Free Ree" (Free Ree)
Shooters in plaza, stay with the sleaze
I call the Ape, free Melly Gz
[Verse 3: 100 Cloccs]
Uh, look
Caption, [?] picture, walkin' through
Twenty on bottles, my diamonds they shinin', these VV's hit out the pigeon coop
[Rita?] (Woo), I take that b*tch 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*tches, they heard that we hella lit
Now all these hoes wanna f*ck 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*ck it up
When I step in the spot I'ma f*ck it up
Hol' on, hol' on
Bad b*tches in my section, twenty bottles my direction
Foreign whip, it's not a question
Hol' on, hol' on
I f*ck your b*tch with my jeans on, she told me to teach her a lesson (Lesson)