Be Careful

I do a little dance when I'm counting my benz
I'm counting my blessings I'm counting my checks
I'm counting my racks I'm counting my bags
I'm counting my stacks I'm counting my tracks

I'm counting my fingers counting checks
That's how we flex don't get perplexed
I'm counting the stars inside my car
That's what we ride and we don't hide
Bitch don't try to test me hoe
The boys coming up just riding slow
We got the flow, we got the snow
We watch them go, you watch us grow
We got the drip, we got the sauce
We got the hip, we got the hop
We going up, you can't stop us
Chains on my neck and syrup on my cup

I'm just kicking off but your status away
What can I say I'm loving the game
If you ain't gonna play just tell me today
Cuz tomorrow I'm gone and You'll have to obey
Yeah to my ops I say farewell I'll chop your body and leave the hotel
I'm ringing the bell but we don't sell
Shooting the shells see you in hell!
Uuuuwuuuu
This the awix

Be careful what You wish for hoe
Imma pull up on Your block with the pistols bro
And if You trynna get back at me hoe
Imma leave Your fucking body in the back alley bro

Ey, this second verse it gon' get worst
Just bring the nurse, You gon' get hurt
Your bitch got thirst, We gon' rehearse
She left the purse, She got perverse
I got immerse watching Her dance
This shit not glance, We got romance
We flew to France, You got not chance
Put Her in trance, just watch my stance
Fuck Her in France, Champs-Élysées
Tu a Gelé, La Ville Lumière
J'ai arrêté Pour un Café
Pour un Croissant, Tous Elegant
We flying back, I sent Her home
I sent Her racks, She calling back
I'm finna smash, that shit gon' splash
She sucked my soul, I cashed Her out

Be careful what You wish for hoe
Imma pull up on Your block with the pistols bro
And if You trynna get back at Me hoe
Imma leave Your fucking body in the back alley bro