No Traffic
(Lord)
(You already know the business)
(So when I'm sharpen' up for this)
No traffic
Talking to myself, might as well be a ghost rappin'
I'm in control, all I gotta say is no snappin'
I do music and my wife do dope graphics
And if you hatin' on us freaking hope that you choke laughin'
I take it back, but I don't, ho, I'm rappin'
I'm so sick with this flow sneeze, hold my napkin
And you won't catch me actin like I don't know how it happened
Put on training gear, run an lap an'
People call me up 'cause I'm da captain
Aye, aye, I'm da fucking captain
Fly high to da fucking Raptors
Jurassic Park in dis bitch
Damn, we smoke in dis bitch
I ain't no joke in dis bitch
Like R-A to the K-I-M
Fuck you like everyday my spam
Love and hate, my 'Gram
Talkin' Insta', nothin' special
On the Wrista, I'm official
Puttin' hits up, international
Look the shit up
Me and Harley runnin' shit up
Yo, ghost Pack, turn da mix up
Got da smoke pac, 'bout to twist up
Time to pass that, throw da shit up
Got dat money charge, time to get up
Uh, got dat money charge, time to get up
Yeah, got dat money charge, time to get up (rap for the occasion)
Yeah, got the money charge, time to get up
(you know what plenty time is)
(When you see these high beams on)
(You know I'm coming)
(No playin', no fakin', no hatin')
(It's no traffic)
(I'm hittin' gas, blowin' gas)
(I didn't understand what I needed to do)
(I put it together, family is everything)
(No traffic)
(You already know the business)
(So when I'm sharpen' up for this)
No traffic
Talking to myself, might as well be a ghost rappin'
I'm in control, all I gotta say is no snappin'
I do music and my wife do dope graphics
And if you hatin' on us freaking hope that you choke laughin'
I take it back, but I don't, ho, I'm rappin'
I'm so sick with this flow sneeze, hold my napkin
And you won't catch me actin like I don't know how it happened
Put on training gear, run an lap an'
People call me up 'cause I'm da captain
Aye, aye, I'm da fucking captain
Fly high to da fucking Raptors
Jurassic Park in dis bitch
Damn, we smoke in dis bitch
I ain't no joke in dis bitch
Like R-A to the K-I-M
Fuck you like everyday my spam
Love and hate, my 'Gram
Talkin' Insta', nothin' special
On the Wrista, I'm official
Puttin' hits up, international
Look the shit up
Me and Harley runnin' shit up
Yo, ghost Pack, turn da mix up
Got da smoke pac, 'bout to twist up
Time to pass that, throw da shit up
Got dat money charge, time to get up
Uh, got dat money charge, time to get up
Yeah, got dat money charge, time to get up (rap for the occasion)
Yeah, got the money charge, time to get up
(you know what plenty time is)
(When you see these high beams on)
(You know I'm coming)
(No playin', no fakin', no hatin')
(It's no traffic)
(I'm hittin' gas, blowin' gas)
(I didn't understand what I needed to do)
(I put it together, family is everything)
(No traffic)
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Writer(s): Derrick Harvey, John Derek Yancey
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