Traffic

I got my pistols in the trunk
I'll make you flop like cyberpunk
All this money we done sunk
I'm Midorima with that dunk
Fly like Aladdin
Na practical up in this shit we fuckin' savage
Fuck with us we leave you famished
I broke the lock
Demons in the air must been pandoras box
Fuck the ops
Flow so sweet I'm drinkin' orange soda pop
I said my flow so sweet I got my opps all on their fuckin' knees
I'm makin' cheese I'm eatin' pizza all the way from Italy
Yeah think I'm pushin' traffic
Triple digits on the dash it's leather and fabric
Got em turnin' all they heads like I'm with a bad bitch
Hate these phonies with a passion I'm straight relaxin i never ask shit
I just got some rollo
Pullin' up to the fuckin' dojo
I aint fittin in no polo
Runnin up to u cholo dolos
Fuckin with shotta its a no no
Filled with green like I'm piccolo
With my killas goin loco
Liftin' weights go fuckin' solo

Choppa it came with a tec
Been robbing opps on set
Feel like Darko with this blick
Don't give no fucking shit
We
Run this game you bitch
Best in Saudi we impress
Na shotta pay respect
Talk some shit we'll bust your leg
Made it out made it out made it motherfucking out
Triple nots in my bank account
Fuckin' up all these haters now
We done turnt tables round
Spin that cascabel around
Got no damn label a sound
Ridin' with rebels in town
I'll kill you motherfucker when you die better look me in my E-Y-E
With no fuckin' phonie Imma ride till I D-I-E
Shit i use to tell the fuckin' time cost me about three
People buggin' all the fuckin' time what you want from me?
Please better believe I got all these green
Growin' from fuckin' trees
Got too much mula I ain't pay no fees
Imma hit you with that beam
Turn your guts to cream
Fuck up that bass I'm Running up bands up with my fucking team



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Writer(s): Impractical Shotta
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