Traffic ft. 4MMG, MVD ZELL & TripleRichMon Lyrics

Ayy Culprit got a hit

I tweak shit, bust plays, and I jugg hams

Ten throwin 31, she fucked the whole camp

Bro just walked inna with a chop, hopped out a whole lamb

16, I had a Glock, blowin' down the trap

I'm so ghost round this bitch, they ain't know I rap

You so broke, counterfeit, nigga postin' cap

Allat playin', my young niggas come and grab that 'Cat

ARizzy with the sixty round, catchin opps in traffic

I ain't runnin' from no nigga, tell him bring the static

Chop with a fifty on this bitch ah make him dance like Jackson

Yo mans told, know he bold, we get him gone, he vanished

Nigga, I ah send it down the way, this catch is uber package

Got some niggas slimin' down the way, I fuck with juggs and scammin

Pills, weed and lean, what you need? I got the whole package

But bitch, if you ain't tryna hit the road, quit with allat yappin

I got niggas doin' time, free my nigga Steve, they gave my nigga 20

I can't smile, fuck around with the wrong niggas, gon lay yo ass down (Yop)

I knew how to bust a bo down before I learned scams

And unc mix the pop so good, he got the block jammin

Spot non-stop this bitch rockin', I know I'm on na

Yo man's really a hoe, that nigga really ain't on go time

I was out here sellin' dog food before I wrote rhymes

Every time we catch a pussy lackin', bitch its go time

I leave a nigga head open with this 45.

Bitch, we out here trippin' inna strike with bout four nines

Every time a nigga ever played, bitch, we go slide

Every time that shit be on the flo, niggas go hide

Bro ah make a nigga disappear with this ghost glock

Boy, you ain't a stepper, you a pussy trynna go live

Yeah, you don't really want no smoke, you better stand down

Had yo bitch bent over with her pants down

My ex bitch wanna fuck, I got bands na

You see them choppas in the whip when I pass by

Crack a nigga head open, hope I catch him slippin

I love spinnin' on these niggas, fuck a mental healing

He was trappin ten years, he still ain't gettin' richer

Had my mans get him gone, I cropped him out the picture

I don't really fuck with niggas and that's how I feel

Watch these bitches dick suck when I sign this deal

He can't even catch a kill, 'less he off a pill

Left him with the bald head like he Uncle Phil

Pull up on a nigga, yea bitch, let's get it crackin

You bet not run up on us wrong, bitch, we pistol packin

We got military weapons, throw a missile at him

You pussy niggas must ain't heard, you get killed for rattin