Cautious

[Chorus: Lil Jerry]
Only hang 'round the bosses
You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious
I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me
All juggs, man, I never been nauseous
Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]
I ain't talkin' that [?]
[?]
Only hang 'round the bosses
You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious
I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me
All juggs, man, I never been nauseous
Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]
I ain't talkin' that [?]
[?]

[Verse 1: Lil Jerry]
Got a .223 when I slide through
Got killers with me when I ride, too
Ride heat in my hood, we is not cool
Gettin' drop all day if I want to
And if you with yo' dawg, hе get whacked too
[?] with them shootеrs, know we bustin' Rugers
That youngin' blew his when he had to
That youngin' hit some' when he had to
And the young niggas tap all on me
I ain't trip, but I know I'm the hottest to be
Gettin' ten out these twenty-four shots in this K
I ain't missin', I'm hittin' my three
Trap boy, know I'm fuckin' with dread opps
Play, they gon' lay, we gon' leave 'em deceased
First, in life, I ain't know what to do, man
They said it was over but I disagreed
Man, I know what he on, I know he ain't blowin'
That lil' nigga jokin' around
He ain't catchin' no bodies, never hit nobody
That shit that he rappin' be cap
When I slide, I'ma sit on that window and cut off the lights
And I spray with the MAC
Man, I'm tired of shootin' y'all shit
The next time that they slide, I'ma leave them both flat
When it's smoke, I'ma whack me a nigga
Straight by the back, I toe-tag me a hitta
Huh? Toe-tag me a hitta, too much money on him, boy
Too many guns in here, boy, [?]

[Chorus: Lil Jerry]
Only hang 'round the bosses
You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious
I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me
All juggs, man, I never been nauseous
Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]
I ain't talkin' that [?]
[?]
Only hang 'round the bosses
You come around to the spot, boy, you better be cautious
I ain't new to this shit, you could go ask about me
All juggs, man, I never been nauseous
Get this cake, ain't no opp shit, we servin' out [?]
I ain't talkin' that [?]
[?]

[Verse 2: TrapboyDre10k]
Ayy, 556 in them Chevys, six tools
Every chop I post, I done shot it before
Me and Lil Jerry pop out with that fifty-round drum
It attack when we get in real close
Can throw her some racks but I don't wanna fuck
'Cause I'm hot in that bitch, now she doin' the most
So many [?] in the smoke I'm inhalin'
I think I been trippin' and talkin' to ghosts
I been stuck in the trap, servin' big, gettin' bands
Youngin' nigga, wake up with that shit on my feet
It's a blessing, like damn, if I didn't have P's
I'd be takin' shit down, thinkin', "Where would I be?"
I could sign me a deal like today, I'ma still have it on me
Forever, I'm stuck in the streets
[?] I'm comin', shoot up the whole function
I got me a mask so nobody can see
Step on the opps like a doormat
Throwin' this shit in they face, when I pull it out, it's on
'Stang in the rearview, not lookin' for opps
But I'm lookin' for [?], tryna make it back home
Bitch suckin' dick while I'm callin'
I told her hold on, but she kept eatin' dick on the phone
Just know I ain't missin', ain't leavin' no witness
I'm hittin' your head like a motherfuckin' comb
A lot of possession cases, just know trappin' ain't dead for shit
You get you some P's, you gon' smoke it
I get me some P's, bust it down and I'm sellin' it
I'm not goin' be tryna go jail when the laws get involved
[?] nigga tellin' shit
Ain't no rats in this [?], we gon' tell y'all to go
She been dissin', I can't wait to kill this bitch

[Outro: TrapboyDre10k & Lil Jerry]
Too many shot, it was too many hit
I'm thinkin' nobody gon' live
Now the fuck nigga dead
And his ass caught a lot to the head
'Cause he shot at my crib
[?]