TRAFFIC

作曲 : David Brewster, Jr./Miguel Cruz/Chad Rivera/Gary Maurice Lucas Jr

Still countin' money

What the **** else I'm supposed to be doing?

Louis my bag in a foreign

I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck

Betta not ask for a quarter

I got this shit right out the mud now im adding it up

I'll be right back in the morning

Now maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough

N****s be out of they mind

They thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a dub

I used to sell a lil work just to make enough bread when the bills was tallying up

I made the millions from music

Now I'm at the point where I miss not having enough

I value loyalty over the money

If n***a a rat we ain't patching it up

Don't give a **** if it's 500k

If the feature is wack then I'm passing it up

Straight to the M's and I'm laughing it up

If pussy a 10 I ain't strapping it up

I like me a nerd but I want me a freak

And if she ain't a freak she ain't ratchet enough

She throw it' back and I'm slapping it up

My name on her a** she tatted it up

Got a 9 on my hip if a n***a wanna trip

Hope that doctor be quick when he patching him up

Somebody take the wheel

That henny got me on a crazy spell

I feel like I wanna go chase the thrill

But really I'd rather go chase these millz

Since I was a kid I been raising hell

I really just should of went straight to jail

For popping my shit but I ain't no pills

You know how I get when I break the seal

For real

I was tryna get it out the hallway

Make a lil flip turn bands into Broadway

I don't take breaks on a hard day

Money don't sleep so I'm on on my off day

Not enough wins on a parlay

Took a lot of L's but I learned it the hard way

Running red lights give a **** about a law

This a one-way street and I'm going down the wrong way

I've been going down the wrong way

Pedal to the floor I'll teach you how to road rage

Hit up my connect tell them **** with me the long way

Big underdog turned crumbs into gourmet

Made in my sleep what you made in a hard day

Five-star dinners I ain't eating at a buffet

Rolls-Royce phantom Joyner Lucas on Carplay

Stars on the ceiling more lights than an arcade

I've been on my shit a n***a sick of the nonsense

Deliver shit that make em say I'm sick of my conscience

The bigger n***a get a n***a big as the block is

My middle finger tick up when I'm flipping imposters

I keep a lock on shit like I've been living with locksmiths

You ever plot on me then you'll be seeing a plot twist

I don't believe in n****s I believe in the process

I kill a n***a beat and leave this s*** in a hospice for real

Turn up and starve I'm cooking and eating

Been grinding all week don't care where I'm sleeping

I hate being broke this shit got me scheming

If you owe me money somebody gon' squeeze

And I'm flipping the script don't care if they peeping

I came from the bricks my parents was cheating

I stay in the field don't play on the bleachers

Got work on the scale I'm slanging to teachers

Don't care about no hate just need me some bitches

Just send in your tape come get an audition

I nut in her face now look how she glisten

I'm deep in the lake she thought I was fishing

These bitches be cuffing I broke out of prison

My bass in the oven I'm fresh out the kitchen

I buss down a onion my n****s gon' flip it

I made me a cut but I'm still on a mission

Louis my bag in a foreign

I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck

Betta not ask for a quarter

I got this shit right out the mud now I'm adding it up

I'll be right back in the morning

Now maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough

N****s be out of they mind

They thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a dub

So glad that I got out of prison

And that ain't no place to be bitching they stabbing you up

Turned out the truck with the baddest of bitchess

I came through the trenches right after the club

I was that n***a that went and go got it

Don't care about mileage we back in the truck

Rollies and Pateks they mad as a ****

This is not love bitch you acting off lust

I was so destined to just be that n***a

Since Rosa ain't go sit in back of that bus

Look at my style and just copy me

Never acknowledged me now they be acting like us

Good fellas baby you know how we moving

The pistol the shovel in back of the truck

Went out of town I be back in a month

****in' her face till her lashes is done

I been an OutKast like Andre

Meet me at the Garden we can do it at the Barclays

AMG on my phone for the car play

Smoker wanted butter in the spot we got parquet

Couple dollars on your top

I got n****s that'll pull up on your block

And they won't leave all day

OGs that'll really do it to you

They don't listen to no drill

All they puttin' on is Sade

They tellin' me they ill but these n****s is not sick

Jumped outta drop six me and a top pick

Still be in the trap you ain't gotta remind s***

I'm low but them Cartiers cover my eyelids

The Patek all ice I don't hear when the time tick

It gotta be the best only shit that my mom get

Put me to the test now they watchin' my mind flip

Say it with your chest bro don't turn to a hostage

I come from the trenches I grow up with tweakers

Dusty my mama would dress us on Easter

Products so raw got them talkin' to Jesus

What's the price on the pie I ain't talkin' no pizza

Foreigns surround me they all from Ibiza

I earned all my stripes I ain't talkin' Adidas

I think I'm LeBron when I'm walkin' through Cleveland

Pablo and Joyner the conference Eastern

Louis my bag in a foreign

I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck

Betta not ask for a quarter

I got this shit right out the mud now im adding it up

I'll be right back in the morning

Now maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough

N****s be out of they mind

They thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a-