Traffic Lyrics – 28AV
Singer: 28AV
Title: Traffic
Then turn the beat up
Now let me get that sh#t like we drunk and krunked [drunk and we run
Now let me see my car, what the f#ck is you on [what the f#ck is you
I don’t give a f#ck, what the f#ck is you on [I don’t know
Cause b#tch I got my nini and you know it be home [it be home, HT made the beat] huh
And I can give a f#ck what the f#ck it be on [f#ck it be on
And imma keep that chrome and we shoot it all on [shoot it all on
If a n#gg# got a problem imma send his #ss home [send his #ss home
If you know me then you got me, then we going
Zone n#gg#, I’m a zone n#gg#, I’m in thе zone [I’m in the zone
In thе zone n#gg#, get a zone n#gg#, we don’t clone with ya clone n#gg#s
Ayy, actin’ fake
b#tch I’m from the 8’s and I been the race
All these n#gg#s snakes, I see them shake [I see ’em shake
I was tryna mob through up in the chevy [skrt, up in the chevy
They actin’ like they get it like a mob better
I said my n#gg#s really actin’ like we did it [yeah
n#gg#s out here, n#gg#s you don’t know nothin’
And you don’t know what happened
When you got up in that traffic, trappin’
No, [yeah, yeah] oh, no [uh, skrt]
How you bust down the jets where S is [SI
Hop through two 8’s on the hellkitty [skrt
How your bro slit, all you did was tell fifty [told on ’em!
High ball with bands on head, might did it [bands on
I keep a sack b#tch, no hoop
How your b#tch your girlfriend and she so poof [so poof
How y’all share morning breath, that b#tch two dates [say what?
How the opps keep dry clique up on two 8 [clique!
Keep one in oven like
Floss on these b#tches like two fades [28
These rappers go tough on the cubies
White and black go, my wrist two fades [ooh
Shooters in the chevy with a chopstick [chopstick
Gucci on my face, need an optic
Water on my wrist, that’s faucet
No little you’s on the bosses
And you don’t know what happened
When you got up in that traffic, trappin’
No, oh, no [mm, mm]
Paper all over the table like a crab boil [spread
My have my back like a ramboy [yeah
Lightskin service smokers, I’m a manboy
Off the backboard, tradin’ places
Stay out of the streets, that’s what your mom said
n#gg# icey like I fell out of a bobsled
Joog eight-fifty, credit eight-fifty
Still knock a n#gg# cold like I want his cornbread, ooh
You blowin’ all your money from the concerts?
I’m puttin’ all my money in the off-shorts [ooh
Huh, some may look at me like I’m wrong
I may lie in your face ‘fore I lie in a song, girl
And you thinkin’ that I care if that’s your homeboy?
Before he do somethin’ I’m thinkin’ he might get caught first
With the worsest n#gg#s poppin’ at his poppa
Steppas in the section, n#gg# better watch his condom
And you don’t know what happened
When you got up in that traffic, trappin’
No, oh, no [mm, mm]
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