Traffic

(Fuck beats)

Yeah

(Turn me up, Sil)

How y'all want it on this bitch?

Yeah, y'all want, y'all want a hook and a verse

Or y'all just want me to spaz out? What?

Yeah, huh

Creep low like I'm a tiger, when I raise up, I release it

Lil' nigga cappin', he ain't never caught no hat, stop lyin' to people

Bitch, I'm a creature, if I click this bitch, for sure I'ma delete ya

My dawg had died, we went to slangin' out, we ain't talkin' to no people

What the fuck wrong with a nigga? Like I won't pop out on your block

We hit that curb, I hope them bitches deep, everybody gon' get dropped

You know we known for stoppin' buses, look how a nigga did lil' shh

One of you bitches gon' feel slugs if

Y'all don't close y'all fuckin' mouth

I ain't worried 'bout no nigga, bitch, I slang that iron for real

Confirm shit, yeah, we walk down on a bitch and get it clear

4GX, you know we gettin' money and we slang that iron for real

Everybody 'round me done put one down or did a few attempts

Yeah, they make that shit look good

But tell them bitches check the scope

Been clappin' shit, we don't do this for a bag, bitch, this for bro

Pull up on your block and let off sixty Glock, drop thirty more

Hold it steady when you shoot, I bet that bitch drop on the floor

This one here gon' be too easy, lil' one thinkin' with his dick

Drop like forty in two seconds, lil' one got left on his dick

Heard the big one went to hollerin' when a nigga hit that switch

So tell me how you niggas steppers and put hoes up in the mix?

Bitch, my whole squad active, everybody tryna slide

We squeezin' up, we was four deep in this bitch, but now we five

You can't even see in here, lil' bitch, we ridin' under fire

My dawg gon' switch your ass down, you try to test me, so bitch, try

Brr on the AK, you hear that switch, you know you're dead

You know I'm hittin' through the door

So bitch, I'm glad you ducked your head

Say you tryna grab a stove, but eyes closed, lil' bitch, you scared

I'm in your section, bitch, I'm booted

Up, I'm creepin' where you layin'

Pull off side and I'ma open fire, let's dog 'em from the back

We both got sixties, so if my shit jam, then brodie got my slack

I know he over with, so tell that nigga come on with my racks

Don't get the plan 'cause you gon'

Be the next pack floatin' in the air

Man, them pussy bitches stuntin', them lil' niggas ain't on shit

He probably mad 'cause I took his bitch and filled her up with dick

The bang bros, we probably killed your brother or them fuckin' bitch

Ain't got no pics, I'm tryna slang some iron, anybody could get hit

I get happy when we drill, you know I'm tryna get some action

If you ain't hoppin' in the car, don't

Come 'round askin' me what happened

You know for sure we spot a opp, then

We gon' let the lil' bitch have it

It don't matter where we at, nigga, we'll slang this bitch in traffic

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