Traffic (feat. Dbx2)

Nowadays I be clockin' money then I stash it

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, traffic

Money pillin' up, money pillin' up, stack it

Runnin' through this money is a motherfuckin' habit

Bad days workin' on the phone, that's a thotty line

Young **** movin' all the work on the trap line

Catch a body, he gon' see the light once he flatlines

Tunnel vision, all I see is money through the grapevine

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, traffic

Came up off the bow, movin' weight and causin' havoc

Since a youngin' I was fuckin' up the street, a savage

I ain't buyin' shit unless the shit is still in plastic

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, traffic

Came up off the bow, movin' weight and causin' havoc

Since a youngin' I was fuckin' up the street, a savage

I ain't buyin' shit unless the shit is still in plastic

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, trappin'

Rewhip the work, break it down and repackage

You do drunk drillings, I do sober slappings

I don't got to get high to get active

Prison time, tuna can ain't for makin' a sandwich

Put it in a sock, run in his house and then bang him

I touched road last year and Caper just landed

Free dollar Louie and sin, that's gangdem

Enough of that, need a million in a duffle bag

Big .45, no need to muffle that

**** say they want war but they ain't up for that

Slap it on your homie, hide your bread, your doin' jumpin' jacks

You were in the jammer, in the willie boss and thunderclap

I was weighing grams tryin' to turn a zip to a hunnid pack

When I was on my face no one gave a helpin' hand

Dog food save my life, man, I love the trap

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, traffic

Came up off the bow, movin' weight and causin' havoc

Since a youngin' I was fuckin' up the street, a savage

I ain't buyin' shit unless the shit is still in plastic

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, traffic

Came up off the bow, movin' weight and causin' havoc

Since a youngin' I was fuckin' up the street, a savage

I ain't buyin' shit unless the shit is still in plastic

In and out the trap, got the drugs in the duffle bag

Breakin' down the work in the kitchen, tryin' to double dare

Twenty-eight whippin' the beaker, ice cube up the freezer

Had the fiends on the walkin' dead to the trap

Wipe the prints off of the slug, bell a car for the mug

And lift your dome through the top of your feeder cab

I've been grindin' for years, took the pain and the tears

A couple L's but a **** still here

I go in and out the trap, I'm just workin' my wrist

Started with an ounce, future plans I need a whole brick

I'm a savage on the strip, get to fuckin' out the band though

Read up on the plug, got the chickens like we Nando

Whoa, on the scales numbers say I got thirty-six

I'm in the field, press that work, I gotta seal bricks

Think I'm slippin', catch them slugs from that long stick

I get to slappin' on your block, you see my car drag

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, traffic

Came up off the bow, movin' weight and causin' havoc

Since a youngin' I was fuckin' up the street, a savage

I ain't buyin' shit unless the shit is still in plastic

In and out the trap, in and out the trap, traffic

Came up off the bow, movin' weight and causin' havoc

Since a youngin' I was fuckin' up the street, a savage

I ain't buyin' shit unless the shit is still in plastic