Testo Caution

Testo Caution

featuring Audio Push

(Verse)
I just spent a quarter million dollars on taxes
So catch up to my brakit, you ain't none of my basket.
I'm the bright son, that is sure,
All in the face, no Braxton, how many millions did I make this shit
Four? That's fantastic.
And since she knows I got pesos I'm living the real life bang bros,
That mean I'm in to spiffing these hoes and running to
I'm just 22, small problems, bent to ‘em, no confusion.
Me and my niggers cause have it when we have it deep,
I'm a part of this, put you on ice like a hokey team.
That's my prophecy, you should follow me,
I'm not talking on Twitter shit, I'm just talking the realer shit, Ted Bundy, that's killer shit.

(Hook)
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him.
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea.
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him.
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea.

(Verse)
Alright, I'm actually getting green, that's the C-Lo, though,
Rest in peace to Marley, Jermaine, Jakie and Tito, bro.
Breaking all the penal codes, rather make it pederal,
She see me, she see that gold, my money off, now she go low.
I'm getting paper, feeling like a player,
You're waiting on the world to change, boy, you're John Mayer.
Take a girl and slay her, slip off both her friends, I'm going in,
Real nigger came about that gudda like a ball of pins.
And here I go again
Talk shits or no talking, I'm like John Wild with this balling,
Wizard, kill her, no name calling,
Be the gummy water flossing, we are gators, no let crossing,
In that coffee you get toasting all this ball is so exhausting
So I'm screaming out

(Hook)
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him.
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea.
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him.
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea.

(Verse)
HS87 the hottest, that's the word on the street,
Throwing crap out on these rappers like birds on the bitch
And the haters kill em off, you ain't with us, you suppose to die
You dummies couldn't get the vision, so we multiplied
I take that young nigger, that Jimmy Roll, that boy
And your girl is that modern chick that sin for my toy.
I be playing playing be playing with it, when you leave I land with it
Don't travel I slay your sister and leave the scene, I ain't straying with her.
24 around the clock, I'm on my job, nigger
Looking for the realest, meet the mob, nigger
Now you're talking of bosses, all about winning, never no losses
Money just spinning flip ever salting, we stare when we try to stop him, oh yeah.

(Hook)
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him.
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea.
Caution, caution, caution,
Killing niggers after him.
Caution, caution, caution,
Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea.
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