Traffic

(album: Winter In Prague - 2012)

Nigga I don't got no homies
Forty on me like I'm Kemp
Oxycontin smothered the 'partment
And I'm trapping like a bitch
Moving molly monthly
My momma asked how I make the rent
I make the rent by making flips
Living like it's '86
I'm trying to sign for eighty bricks
Been listening to Gucci a lot
But I ain't going out like Dunkin
And so I'm thumping
Niggas hardly down for dumping
Let it bang like Chief Keef
Aim at the police
Paint up your whole street
Twelve gauge, big as a flamethrower
I'm feeling like Kane in Wrestlemania
Shells inside that chamber duck
Honey hit your famouser
Hoes be in that Fetal stance
Firearms big as Digimon now watch my diddy dance
Flip a gram to get a grand
Real niggas stay masked up like Rick Hamilton
Trying to get my dough stacked up and buy the Vatican
Ninth grade Mayfair High, I snuck the hammer in
Glock's nine the match was ten

[Hook SK La'flare x2:]
Ay, bitch I'm really on it, on it
Y'all silly, me funny
I traffic willy still I'm pumping
My pockets getting swolen
It's my grams rolling
Bitch clips loaded, yeah

This a game you gotta shoot to play
My burner giving boosie fades
Long Beach pb killa, I'll take it to my grave
Fuck the first forty eight and any nigga saying shit
We got the same guns as police and quick to spray a bitch
ARs and shit, get your whole department lit
Forty fours like Maravich
No dropping dimes or shot attempts
Fuck the swine, I'm in the streets
Seven days out of the week
Still ain't reach my peak
So just take your seat and enjoy the show

[Hook]