No Traffic
I don't do no traffic
I'm in a spaceship off to Mars (Off to Mars)
Put me on a track
He likes the way I'm spittin' bars (I'm spittin' bars)
He knows that imma freak
By the way that I walk
I don't know what that means
I'm just struttin' wit my glock (with my glock)
Dragonfruit refresher
Looks like Starbucks but it's wok (but it's wok)
I'm corking a zip
Can you meet me at the spot (I'm at the spot)
I blew a kiss to my main boo
I love him a lot
I'm in the whip with my side dude
Creepin' up the block
He gave me dick
It feels so good
He don't pull out
And it feels better
Rock Amiri's with the patches
Feel his dick right thru the denim
You could be in his DMs
Sending him a message
He's on my porch with the stick
Singing we belong together
No cap I feel so extra
When I'm rolling up my woods
Three grams in a big blunt
That shit got me cooked
I don't like these bitches
All these bitches got me shock
I should sue my ex for putting grabba in the wood
I don't do no traffic
I'm in a spaceship off to Mars (off to Mars)
Put me on a track
He likes the way I'm spittin' bars (I'm spittin' bars)
He knows that imma freak
By the way that I walk
I don't know what that means
I'm just struttin' wit my glock (Wit my glock)
Dragonfruit refresher
Looks like Starbucks but it's wok (But it's wok)
I'm corking a zip
Can you meet me at the spot (I'm at the spot)
I blew a kiss to my main boo
I love him a lot
I'm in the whip with my side dude
Creepin' up the block
I'm in a spaceship off to Mars (Off to Mars)
Put me on a track
He likes the way I'm spittin' bars (I'm spittin' bars)
He knows that imma freak
By the way that I walk
I don't know what that means
I'm just struttin' wit my glock (with my glock)
Dragonfruit refresher
Looks like Starbucks but it's wok (but it's wok)
I'm corking a zip
Can you meet me at the spot (I'm at the spot)
I blew a kiss to my main boo
I love him a lot
I'm in the whip with my side dude
Creepin' up the block
He gave me dick
It feels so good
He don't pull out
And it feels better
Rock Amiri's with the patches
Feel his dick right thru the denim
You could be in his DMs
Sending him a message
He's on my porch with the stick
Singing we belong together
No cap I feel so extra
When I'm rolling up my woods
Three grams in a big blunt
That shit got me cooked
I don't like these bitches
All these bitches got me shock
I should sue my ex for putting grabba in the wood
I don't do no traffic
I'm in a spaceship off to Mars (off to Mars)
Put me on a track
He likes the way I'm spittin' bars (I'm spittin' bars)
He knows that imma freak
By the way that I walk
I don't know what that means
I'm just struttin' wit my glock (Wit my glock)
Dragonfruit refresher
Looks like Starbucks but it's wok (But it's wok)
I'm corking a zip
Can you meet me at the spot (I'm at the spot)
I blew a kiss to my main boo
I love him a lot
I'm in the whip with my side dude
Creepin' up the block
Credits
Writer(s): Stephanie Trombetta
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