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letra de cautious - lil jerry

[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 sh-t, you could go ask about me
all juggs, man, i never been nauseous
get this cake, ain’t no opp sh-t, 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 sh-t, you could go ask about me
all juggs, man, i never been nauseous
get this cake, ain’t no opp sh-t, we servin’ out [?]
i ain’t talkin’ that [?]
[?]
[verse 1: lil jerry]
got a .223 when i slide through
got k!llers with me when i ride, too
raw heat in my hood, we is not cool
gettin’ drop all day if i want to
and if you with yo’ dawg, he gеt whacked too
[?] with them shooters, know wе bustin’ rugers
that youngin’ blew his when he had to
that youngin’ hit some’ when he had to
and the young n-ggas 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 f-ckin’ 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’ n-gga jokin’ around
he ain’t catchin’ no bodies, never hit n0body
that sh-t 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 sh-t
the next time that they slide, i’ma leave them both flat
when it’s smoke, i’ma whack me a n-gga
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 sh-t, you could go ask about me
all juggs, man, i never been nauseous
get this cake, ain’t no opp sh-t, 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 sh-t, you could go ask about me
all juggs, man, i never been nauseous
get this cake, ain’t no opp sh-t, 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 f-ck
’cause i’m hot in that b-tch, 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’ [?]
youngin’ n-gga wake up with that sh-t on my feet
it’s a blessing, like d-mn, if i didn’t have p’s
i’d be takin’ sh-t 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 n0body can see
step on the opps like a doormat
throwin’ this sh-t in they face when i pulled out, it’s over
‘stang in the rearview, not lookin’ for opps
but i’m lookin’ for [?], tryna make it back home
b-tch suckin’ d-ck while i’m callin’
i told her hold on, but she kept eatin’ d-ck on the phone
just know i ain’t missin’, ain’t leavin’ no witness
i’m hittin’ your head like a motherf-ckin’ cone
[?]
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
[?] n-gga tellin’ sh-t
ain’t no rats in this [?], we gon’ tell y’all to go
she been dissin’, i can’t wait to k!ll this b-tch
[outro: trapboydre10k & lil jerry]
too many shot, it was too many hit
i’m thinkin’ n0body gon’ live
now the f-ck n-gga dead
and his ass caught a lot to the head
’cause he shot at my crib
[?]

- lil jerry

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