Traffic

I'm a pull up with a stick bitch, hop in
All these niggas riding with me brothers, not friends
Ex bitch played it foul on me, who raised you fam
I just hopped up on this Sogn cuz this used to be yo jam
Lost it all and got it back, shit, that was the plan
Hpilla living lovely now, fuck is you saying
Baby E gotta eat so daddy racking up these bands
Bouta dip out for a minute, but i'm coming back with that cash
Don't leave the crib without my mag, don't give a fuck about no strag
A bitch gone be a hoe, Hpilla gone get that bag
So bitch don't hit my jack even though that pussy crack,
Bout slide down for a minute, hold on
Forgot my strap, damn

Rolling raw papers, its habit
My bitch don't know, but it's some shit up in her attic
I can't even say shit, cuz if I do she gone panic
Let me hit you back, I'm in traffic, got the . if it's static

I'm a pull up with a fifth bitch, get the door
And I hope you got some raw cones, cuz we about to smoke
I had a long day, so if you tripping, I'm a go
Matter of a fact hand me my phone cuz its money on the floor
Don't try to make me stay, you know eat off making plays
I be chasing cake, chasing cheese and out the way
You gotta play yo role, hold this roll til' I get home
Just don't hit my phone, on that blowed shit, what you on
You think I'm caught up don't you, on my ex but she don't want me
Hoes hit my line, I hit decline, they don't want nothing
Look, I aint stunting, hop on in and hit that button
And jump on 75, and do the dash, I swear to God

Rolling raw papers, its habit
My bitch don't know, but it's some shit up in her attic
I can't even say shit, cuz if I do she gone panic
Let me hit you back, I'm in traffic, got the . if it's static

Look me in my eyes, you can tell i'm out my mind
But don't act surprised, I fell off and strategized
Got back on my shit, these bitches be all on my dick
Pull up with yo bitch, so we can all smoke this zip