[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]

I just spent a quarter million dollars on taxes

So catch up to my bracket, you ain’t shootin' of my basket

I’m the bright son, that is sure

All in the face, no Braxton, how many millions did I make this year

Four? That’s fantastic

And since she knows I got pesos I’m living the real life bang bros

That mean I’m in Emmit Smithin' these hoes and running to

I’m just 22, small problems, nothing to ‘em, no confusion

Me and my niggas cause havoc when we have mobbin' deep

I’m a prodigy, put you on ice like a hockey team

That’s my prophecy, you should follow me

I’m ain't talking that Twitter shit, I’m just talking the realer shit, Ted Bundy, that’s killer shit

[Hook]

Caution, caution, caution

Killing niggas after him

Caution, caution, caution

Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea

Caution, caution, caution

Killing niggas after him

Caution, caution, caution

Big bossing, feeling fucking nausea

[Verse 2: Price Tag]

Alright, I’m actually getting green, that’s the C-Lo dough

Rest in peace to Marley, Jermaine, Jakie and Tito, bro

Breaking all the penal codes, rather make it Peter Rose

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 John Mayer

Take a girl and slay her, sleep with both her friends, I’m going in

Real nigga came up out that gudda like a bowling pin

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 lacrossing

In that coffee you get toasting all this ball is so exhausting

So I’m screaming out

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oktane]

HS87 the hottest, that’s the word on the street

Boy we crappin out on these rappers like birds on the beach

Any haters kill em all, you ain’t with us, you suppose to die

You dummies couldn’t get division, so we multiplied

Oktane, that young nigga, that Jimmy Roll, that boy

And your girl is that model chick, that centerfold, my toy

I be playing playing be playing with her, when you leave I land with her

Double trouble I slay your sister and leave the scene, I ain’t staying with her

Twenty four around the clock, I’m on my job, nigga

Looking for the realest, meet the mob, nigga

Now you’re talking of bosses, all about winning, never no losses

Money just spinning flip summer salting, we stare when we try to stop him, oh yeah we call it

[Hook]