Pop Smoke, 100 Cloccs - Caution lyrics

(AXL, AXL) fuck this spliff, nigga
We burn opps, nigga fuck cops, nigga
Hunnids what's crackin'?
(Yo, Pop, what's crackin') fuck Mike, nigga
Fuck is wrong with niggas, man? Nigga
Fuck is wrong with niggas? (Gang, gang)
What? (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Niggas 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

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
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 fuck with no shifty niggas
All that twirlin', leave you dizzy, nigga
I do not fuck with this
Drac' niggas, we gon' kill 'em niggas
We evaluate, we drillin' niggas
(Drillin' niggas)
I'm Getting Straight Cash, and I'm sanctionеd
100 Clocc Crip and you know
I ain't feelin' niggas (What's crackin'?)
I catch a opp and we be spillin' niggas
Trigger with mе, we be
Hitting niggas, hol' on, wait
Swipey with me, we be drillin' niggas
(Swipey with me, we be drillin' niggas)
What's crackin'?
Swipey with me, we be drillin' niggas
(09' to the Cloccs, nigga)
Hunnid (Fuck you talkin' bout?)
Swipey with me, we be drillin'
Niggas, Swipey with me
We be drillin' niggas

We gon' hit him and finish him
Nobody innocent if you ain't dead
Better lay down
Flossy the jungle where niggas 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, nigga
You and (Shh) gettin' laid down
Nigga 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, bitch, you a whore
For my lil' guy d'usse on a floor
I make a call, bitch 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"
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

Big 30 clip on me, hittin' stores
And I'm duckin' the Jakes
Tryna make it home shit, Trav
I hit the spot and I cook it up
Bitches, they heard that we hella lit
Now all these hoes wanna fuck 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 fuck it up
When I step in the spot I'ma fuck it up
Hol' on, hol' on bad bitches in my section
Twenty bottles my direction
Foreign whip, it's not a question
Hol' on, hol' on
I fuck your bitch with my jeans on
She told me to teach her a lesson