Smashing in Traffic (feat. Voodoo B2B)
ARP with a stock when I'm smashing in traffic
Walk his ass down shoot the Glock through my jacket
Face shots only can't open the casket
Switches on Glocks BOL shooting rapid
He tried to run and got hit by the fifty
This Drac finna turn him like his name was Timmy
Put a dick on the Glock and the chop got some titties
The maps fucking up we gone spin till we dizzy
He flexing that glock that ain't never been shot
Dump the whole mag when I slide with a stock
Fuck a pro mag it can stay in the box
Fucked a opp bitch just to go get the drop
Heard your partner got booked and then told what he saw
In the scatpack hit the gas on the law
Don't got a budget when I hit the mall
Play it cool for a bit just to peep out the flaw
No cap fucking your bitch from the back
That ain't your dog if he switch for the cat
We see the opps better know that we clap
Can't trust a hoe that been known as a fact
Two O's for a mag know my hand on the Drac
Call the grim reaper he gone in a day
He gave me fifty I served him an eighth
Took off on the feds I ain't catching no case
Damn bitch lucky got hit still alive
Drive by on his ass cause he stopped at the light
You goofy as fuck if you think imma fight
Headshots only I came with the pipe
He tried to run and caught two in his hair
We downing opps you just shooting the air
She broke my heart and she ain't even care
Walk with a pole get the drop and I'm there
Ain't ask for shit put myself in the play
Had me the one started calling her bae
If you was just gone leave why the fuck did you stay
Glock with a switch on my side everyday
He stopped moving bowes went and put on a tie
Don't fuck with most people asking me why
Last time I trusted my heart had went dry
Opp ass talk to the cops only time he ain't lie
ARP with a stock when I'm smashing in traffic
Walk his ass down shoot the Glock through my jacket
Face shots only can't open the casket
Switches on Glocks BOL shooting rapid
He tried to run and got hit by the fifty
This Drac finna turn em like his name was Timmy
Put a dick on the Glock and the chop got som titties
The maps fucking up we gone spin till we dizzy
DOA bitch you know that we spinning
Get hit with the Drac bitch I'm leaving him shitty
A Glock with a beam and the clip be extended
B2B FSG niggas know that we with it
Voodoo hopping out quick toting on fifty
Choppa sitting on two my little bitch got some titties
Better play with your bitch fore my niggas come spin it
We walk out to the end bitch we screaming no limits
No cap all Imma do is up pipe
You won't duck then you losing your life
I'm toting on four five while bro got nine on the right
Cuzzo got sticks inside the whole gang out looking for fights
I'm bout bring out the choppa I hope you ain't scared of no heights
Bitch you a dummy you think that I'm running you stupid
A tooly on me Imma use it
Shoot through the party your ass better lower that music
These hollow tips drop while they moving
Niggas they claiming that they got the up's on lil voodoo
I'm telling them niggas to prove it
I'm outside all day everyday ready to lose it
This thirty gone speak for me truly
Stop it everybody ass hit the deck
Everybody run my niggas toting on techs
Voodoo got Glock through the door
What he be on he tryna leave niggas stretched
Watch him leave out with a body
Let the whole clip go till they ass hear that bitch click
Laws get behind him he gone
He bout to push in the track this a new starter whip
These niggas hoes stop dissing on me
Put his homie on park knock the doors off his Jeep
Caught a pick from the opps like she played for the league
Sent a blitz on his dog think his name was Drew Brees
Heard my name in their songs bitch you giving me clout
Why you looking for fame your hoe gave me her mouth
Hoe said you a bitch and you stuck in the drought
How you copping on P's and still stuck on the ounce
I ain't got time for shit I'd rather suit up or go hit me a lick
Lil Jay just waiting to slide I call little bro up
Tell him go get the semi
Bitch I don't stop at no red Imma fly through that bitch
If you think you can run from these switches
Ducking and swerving the jakes you wont catch me
I'm hitting one twenty
It's blacked out and tinted
Walk his ass down shoot the Glock through my jacket
Face shots only can't open the casket
Switches on Glocks BOL shooting rapid
He tried to run and got hit by the fifty
This Drac finna turn him like his name was Timmy
Put a dick on the Glock and the chop got some titties
The maps fucking up we gone spin till we dizzy
He flexing that glock that ain't never been shot
Dump the whole mag when I slide with a stock
Fuck a pro mag it can stay in the box
Fucked a opp bitch just to go get the drop
Heard your partner got booked and then told what he saw
In the scatpack hit the gas on the law
Don't got a budget when I hit the mall
Play it cool for a bit just to peep out the flaw
No cap fucking your bitch from the back
That ain't your dog if he switch for the cat
We see the opps better know that we clap
Can't trust a hoe that been known as a fact
Two O's for a mag know my hand on the Drac
Call the grim reaper he gone in a day
He gave me fifty I served him an eighth
Took off on the feds I ain't catching no case
Damn bitch lucky got hit still alive
Drive by on his ass cause he stopped at the light
You goofy as fuck if you think imma fight
Headshots only I came with the pipe
He tried to run and caught two in his hair
We downing opps you just shooting the air
She broke my heart and she ain't even care
Walk with a pole get the drop and I'm there
Ain't ask for shit put myself in the play
Had me the one started calling her bae
If you was just gone leave why the fuck did you stay
Glock with a switch on my side everyday
He stopped moving bowes went and put on a tie
Don't fuck with most people asking me why
Last time I trusted my heart had went dry
Opp ass talk to the cops only time he ain't lie
ARP with a stock when I'm smashing in traffic
Walk his ass down shoot the Glock through my jacket
Face shots only can't open the casket
Switches on Glocks BOL shooting rapid
He tried to run and got hit by the fifty
This Drac finna turn em like his name was Timmy
Put a dick on the Glock and the chop got som titties
The maps fucking up we gone spin till we dizzy
DOA bitch you know that we spinning
Get hit with the Drac bitch I'm leaving him shitty
A Glock with a beam and the clip be extended
B2B FSG niggas know that we with it
Voodoo hopping out quick toting on fifty
Choppa sitting on two my little bitch got some titties
Better play with your bitch fore my niggas come spin it
We walk out to the end bitch we screaming no limits
No cap all Imma do is up pipe
You won't duck then you losing your life
I'm toting on four five while bro got nine on the right
Cuzzo got sticks inside the whole gang out looking for fights
I'm bout bring out the choppa I hope you ain't scared of no heights
Bitch you a dummy you think that I'm running you stupid
A tooly on me Imma use it
Shoot through the party your ass better lower that music
These hollow tips drop while they moving
Niggas they claiming that they got the up's on lil voodoo
I'm telling them niggas to prove it
I'm outside all day everyday ready to lose it
This thirty gone speak for me truly
Stop it everybody ass hit the deck
Everybody run my niggas toting on techs
Voodoo got Glock through the door
What he be on he tryna leave niggas stretched
Watch him leave out with a body
Let the whole clip go till they ass hear that bitch click
Laws get behind him he gone
He bout to push in the track this a new starter whip
These niggas hoes stop dissing on me
Put his homie on park knock the doors off his Jeep
Caught a pick from the opps like she played for the league
Sent a blitz on his dog think his name was Drew Brees
Heard my name in their songs bitch you giving me clout
Why you looking for fame your hoe gave me her mouth
Hoe said you a bitch and you stuck in the drought
How you copping on P's and still stuck on the ounce
I ain't got time for shit I'd rather suit up or go hit me a lick
Lil Jay just waiting to slide I call little bro up
Tell him go get the semi
Bitch I don't stop at no red Imma fly through that bitch
If you think you can run from these switches
Ducking and swerving the jakes you wont catch me
I'm hitting one twenty
It's blacked out and tinted
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Writer(s): Mark Spacco
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