Triple Caution
4, 3, 2, 1
Go and hit em with a ghost ridin', vibin
Slippin' in and out of lanes, sliver chrome frames
Built like Hellcats, hemi fully auto and a stick shift
Pink slip's got a misprint, when I'm always up to mischief
Speeding down the district, mouthing Oh with her lipstick
Suckin' on this tip, you gotta get on this wave
Like Nicolas Cage, playin' Johnny Blaze
Staring death in the face, never catch a case
End up shot or tazed, and I'm not amazed
It's a crazy cold world these days
Just to switch up in the first place
You must be drunk on a Thursday
Coming to Sin-city for your birthday
While she grope on Sergei
Goin' down under with some thunder
Before you're dizzy in a slumber
Drugged and broke
Cause she swiped your credit card number
For hot girl summer
Sammy, you will wreck the car
We will not finish
You have to stay on road, Sammy, please
Oh, fuck
Sammy, Sammy, what are you doing man
Started flexing cash from a settlement
Suit and tie like a gentleman
How'd he end up in this element
Of connivers and vipers
Symptoms of lustful desires
Sugar daddies for hire
Gold digging suppliers
Fuel to the fire
Sounds like Cali
Weather down where he met her
Started with emails and a letter
Plus a big tip for her only fans
Just for good measure
Narcissistic on her mission
Dancing on TikTok from her kitchen
Half-naked recognition
Fatherless activities
Thirst traps and a little tease
Amazon wish list and shipping fees
He's got it paid
Sipping rośe in Alìze
Big baller pockets
Never ever fuckin'
Cause she's always nauseous
In and out with all her other options
Calling it "ladies night"
I beg you
Fast, medium, right
You have to turn the wheel, Sammy
40
Fast, medium, left
50
Downhill
Triple caution
Triple caution
Now bougie bitches got him livid
So a guy can switch up in a minute
Without a limit
Shooting up the place
And everyone in it
Hold up, hold up
That's a little too drastic
Always chasing plastic
Killing out of passion
Going out in fashion
What's the difference if I'm laughing
Tripping is a habit
Living so lavish
Well, shit
If that's life
Then you can fucking have it
We are wrecking the car
It's all about flexing that bag, bro
Sammy, Sammy
We are wrecking the car
Why you hating on flex
And You know what
Honestly
You know
I think we can all agree
That you're a bit of a self-righteous prick
You know
I just wanted to make a fun song once
But, uh
Here we are
The moral of the story
Go and hit em with a ghost ridin', vibin
Slippin' in and out of lanes, sliver chrome frames
Built like Hellcats, hemi fully auto and a stick shift
Pink slip's got a misprint, when I'm always up to mischief
Speeding down the district, mouthing Oh with her lipstick
Suckin' on this tip, you gotta get on this wave
Like Nicolas Cage, playin' Johnny Blaze
Staring death in the face, never catch a case
End up shot or tazed, and I'm not amazed
It's a crazy cold world these days
Just to switch up in the first place
You must be drunk on a Thursday
Coming to Sin-city for your birthday
While she grope on Sergei
Goin' down under with some thunder
Before you're dizzy in a slumber
Drugged and broke
Cause she swiped your credit card number
For hot girl summer
Sammy, you will wreck the car
We will not finish
You have to stay on road, Sammy, please
Oh, fuck
Sammy, Sammy, what are you doing man
Started flexing cash from a settlement
Suit and tie like a gentleman
How'd he end up in this element
Of connivers and vipers
Symptoms of lustful desires
Sugar daddies for hire
Gold digging suppliers
Fuel to the fire
Sounds like Cali
Weather down where he met her
Started with emails and a letter
Plus a big tip for her only fans
Just for good measure
Narcissistic on her mission
Dancing on TikTok from her kitchen
Half-naked recognition
Fatherless activities
Thirst traps and a little tease
Amazon wish list and shipping fees
He's got it paid
Sipping rośe in Alìze
Big baller pockets
Never ever fuckin'
Cause she's always nauseous
In and out with all her other options
Calling it "ladies night"
I beg you
Fast, medium, right
You have to turn the wheel, Sammy
40
Fast, medium, left
50
Downhill
Triple caution
Triple caution
Now bougie bitches got him livid
So a guy can switch up in a minute
Without a limit
Shooting up the place
And everyone in it
Hold up, hold up
That's a little too drastic
Always chasing plastic
Killing out of passion
Going out in fashion
What's the difference if I'm laughing
Tripping is a habit
Living so lavish
Well, shit
If that's life
Then you can fucking have it
We are wrecking the car
It's all about flexing that bag, bro
Sammy, Sammy
We are wrecking the car
Why you hating on flex
And You know what
Honestly
You know
I think we can all agree
That you're a bit of a self-righteous prick
You know
I just wanted to make a fun song once
But, uh
Here we are
The moral of the story
Credits
Writer(s): Joe F Delgado
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