No Traffic In Greenville Lyrics

People either gonna reject or perpetuate BS

So let me inject and set the record straight

Respect is due, not leaving the house for petty 8th's

You're very late, I'm 28

Quit the 27's, time to dead the vapes

Hit the road in something rented, hitting seven states

Fake retired, but I traffic the green still

I'm out, heading south, ain't no traffic in Greenville

They don't know what I mean, still

Still barely still, still barely here

Half a year past, passed half of y'all half a year ago

Other half's still in fear 'cause I'm adamant

I'm off that, I'm just getting used to having shit

I'm trying to take my family to Woodloch Pines

Wooden stock .308, that's a cute Glock nine

Let me stop

I'm peace and love, these my Woodstock rhymes

Wouldn't stop it if I could stop trying

Just got a phone call, they freed the opps

I was playing golf in Kiawah

Sleeping on a yacht, seasick, I need a doc

You're killing time but I beat the clock

Missing your shot feels like being shot

And I'm not saying I'm like G.O.D

But if my breathing stops, there wouldn't be no breeze

And if I start blowing trees, wouldn't be no leaves

And if I ever went to sleep, wouldn't be no dreams

If your drive never stopped, wouldn't need those keys

Low key, no major keys in your kilos, B

I've got hoes feeding my ego

If I hit it the first time, no reason to reload these

Automatic target practice, all you bloodsuckers

When it's hot, they bite you, and then mosquitoes leave

Caught in the static, you motherfuckers trying to decode and recode me

I guess we're gonna see