Proceed With Caution

[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Hm

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit]
I'm feelin' healthy, I put the Wock' in a kombucha
Nicki Minaj, the pink prints, the pills fuchsia
I'm on a road dodgin' troopers wish a trunk full of grouper
Spaldings riding in the back too, I'm not a hooper
Look, I'm MVP, you niggas get no PT
I'm hittin' doc for the cruisers, pump-fakin' PTs
Pussy-ass niggas just a bunch of he-shes
I'm real famous now, it's gettin' hard to see me
Life a gamble, we shoot dice, tee lee
You got paper, she'll suck your wee-wee
Wanna get high? I'll point you to the moon like E.T.​
It's cool bein' yourself, so quit tryna be me
Dog shit on me, I ain't got The Bee Gees
Cash Money shit, they done freed B.G.​
They all start hatin', shit, you know how greed be
My bitch independent, she don't even need me
I'll up the chopstick if need be
I'm real mysterious, it's so hard to read me
It ain't no sugar in this cup, but I'm here with $weet-T
Yeah, they see the spunk on dog, I jumped flea

[Verse 2: $weet-T]
Think your girl safe with $weet, boy, I'd proceed with caution
'Cause I be baggin' hoes often
Nut on the kitty, you could call me Shane Dawson
Swap meet with your girl like we grew up in Slauson
Like my girls obedient, don't come around here actin' ratchet
Spinnin' in the [?], it go so fast, you can't catch it
When I buy a gun, I find the serial and scratch it
I roll around with pounds, I don't think you could match it
My block is a high-traffic zone
I be rollin' up 'Woods the same size as traffic cones
Tryna be like $weet-T, you ain't in that shit alone
But I'm a one-of-one classic, you couldn't be my clone
If a bitch ain't tryna get freaky, then me no wanna speaky
For you, it's weekly, but it's daily that my bed get squeaky
Slide into hoes' DMs and start talkin' cheeky
Get the addy, beat the cheeks and leave her leaky
Every track I make is guaranteed to be some grease
I wouldn't join the police, but I swear I keep that piece
Your whole crew is starvin', I got the will to feast
This is thirty-aught-six, I could drop a wildebeest
I get it on my own, nah, I never been a moocher
I'm a P, I be talkin' to these bitches like I'm Future
Bitches diss you then suck me like a Hoover 'cause I'm smoother
Got your girl on her knees while you're rushin' home to smooch her