CAUTION II [PROD. BY MARTYRBOY]

歌词

What, what, what

Yung Flex, Melody Mafia, Hoe

Yeah

Aye, pull up on your block, and I drop my top

Finna flex up in the convertible coupe lil hoe

Got the clips with the 30 shots up in the glock

Finger on the trigger, I'm ready to shoot lil hoe

Rob you for all your loot lil hoe,

Stomp you out with the size 10 boots lil hoe,

You ain't really bout it, you sweeter than fruit lil hoe,

All that talking, finna put you on mute lil hoe.

Pull up on your block, and I'm blasting Triple 6,

All that tough talking boy you finna end up in a ditch, yeah

Talking all that mess, lil boy get lynched

Strapped up like a belt, got the tool no wrench

Lil hoe you can swing, but I ain't finna flinch

Quick to blow your brains out if you move one inch

You ain't really 'bout it lil hoe, lil hoe

Black ski mask, finna kick in your door

Switchblade in the sock, finna stick it in your throat

Feeling like I'm Lil Jon, lil hoe get low

Or I'm finna squeeze the trigger, blow your brains on the floor

Yeah, I bet you finna run when the Mac11 spit,

Bullets rushing by your head hoping you don't get hit,

Yeah I'm feeling like I'm Gomi, pull up with the slit wrists,

Finna open you up like a kid on Christmas

I just put 30 in the glock,

I ain't finna miss a shot,

Hoe I'm finna run up in your spot,

With the mask, Slipknot

Aye, you can't see California without Marlon Brando's eyes,

Yung Flex on top, I don't know you other guys

I'm the one you despise, I'm a killer in disguise,

Even though I got a mask, see the rage in my eyes

You ain't really 'bout it lil hoe, lil hoe

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