Traffic

[Intro]

I was just toting them 40s wit Zulu in Traffic

I let em shoot if it's static

He tried to play on my name, I don't know what to say

But I think they lowkey say I clapped him

I'ma go slidin' wit Zu do a drill wit the K

And then go pick up Dimma from practice

I gotta pray that my niggas stay safe every day

Even though they never be lacking

[Verse 1]

Look

Aye, see I just be smoking to try to relax

He keep on saying my name all inside of them apps

That Choppa gone beat up his back

Rico concerned him with [?] cause of the way that he beating the pack

She got on her knees and I thought she ran with the boys

The way that she play with the sack

Parked up our coolers, and drop-tops

I call up Mats he gon spin on the opp block

Bitches stay on us, they stick like a magnet

'Cause they know we keep the metal like a chop shop

No, I ain’t talking no Raviolis when I open up the can turn your mans to lasagna

Dude-he got choppas singing like opera

Pop-out the bushes wit it like, "I gotchu"

You never had a lock-in every day that the action

Stuck in the hood where it's cracking

[Chorus]

He tried to play with my name I don't know what to say

But I think they lowkey say I clapped him

I gotta pray that my niggas stay safe every day

Even though they never be lacking

I'ma go slidin' with Zu, do a drill wit the K

And then go pick up Dimma from practice

[Verse 2]

Whoever said I was acting?

Go and listen to that bitch if you want

Looking for guys to pull up to the front

I'm prolly posted up, our coolers with [?]

Let that nigga front his move, he won't

I'm that nigga that's gon shoot wit the pump

I'm that nigga making moves with a skunk

I'm the nigga them producers ain't want

But watch who you trust

Go get the drop windows tinted

You probably maneuvered a duck

**** all the shots and the rumors

We swappin' out shooters so much they be losing their guns

And dude, he got popped, and I really ain't want him to do it

I told him to shoot if want

Cock it and blew it, my nigga, my block game foolish

You knew that this ain't want you want

Bitch I'm the one

And I'm with some niggas that been with my niggas, since niggas was young

Play it, get hung

If I make a call then my shooter on top of the roof with a gun

And I ain't for nothin', these niggas just say they 'gon bring it

I promise that shit'll get bumped

Niggas get snatched for a shooting

They say they ain't singing, but still, they get home in a month

[Outro]

See, I was just toting them 40s wit Zulu in Traffic

I let em shoot if it's static

He tried to play on my name, I don't know what to say

But I think they lowkey say I clapped him

I'ma go slidin' wit Zu do a drill wit the K

And then go pick up Dimma from practice

I gotta pray that my niggas stay safe every day

Even though they never be lacking