TRAFFIC Lyrics

Oh my God, it's Beemer Boy

(Go DJ, that's my DJ)

(Go DJ, that's my DJ)

Finna pop out with a baddie

She got a phatty, said she ready, do it up in traffic

She bout that action, she gon' call me daddy for that package (package)

She wore my jacket, servin' Addie's, to them fiendin' addicts (ahuh)

She blow a bag, I throw a stack and she gon' throw it at me

She turn around and got her hand out, smilin' actin' pretty

You know wazzam, got that work, baby, please believe me

I smacked her booty, pull her close, don't cha be, don't-don't cha be greedy

Bounce for that outfit (huh), twerk for that hair fix (huh)

We boutta make a movie if I'm puttin' on some Netflix

My girl, brought a girl with a girlfriend with her best friend (huh)

I'm boutta go quadruple in the telly, Four Seasons (lawd)

Just brought a Glock, put it in her name, my lil' demon, she don't play bout me (huh)

Get molly wopped in front your gang

Gone set you up while she came with me (huh),

Turn your whole crib into Esplanade

Got that lemon squeeze, no lemonade, got XDs in the Escalade

Gon' spin and hit like some Beyblades, Uptown

Know I gotta represent hard, your bitch looked

Askin' if I'm from the 13th Ward (VL-VL)

No lil' boy, pull your chart, tryna hit that pussy raw (huh)

Get destroyed, make that cookie crumble, ain't no Chips Ahoy, huh

Finna pop out with a baddie

She got a phatty, said she ready, do it up in traffic

She bout that action, she gon' call me daddy for that package (package)

She wore my jacket, servin' Addie's, to them fiendin' addicts (ahuh)

She blow a bag, I throw a stack and she gon' throw it at me

She turn around and got her hand out, smilin' actin' pretty

You know wazzam, got that work, baby, please believe me

I smacked her booty, pull her close, don't cha be, don't-don't cha be greedy

Thrat-tat-tat, thrat-tat-tat, on you dog hoes

Thrat-tat-tat, thrat-tat-tat, on a dog hoe (huh)

Took her to VL when she put that thing in drive (Money$ide)

Took-took her to VL and she took that dick and ride

Give a fuck about no gentrified (oh)

I swing my arms and stomp my feet when it's reppin' time

Bye bitch, I got a Bi bitch, she on both sides (huh)

I put that dick in the middle, hit it like Bullseye (yeah)

Hate them hatin' ass niggas, why the hell you speakin'? (Huh)

I let that Yop talk, speakin' to 'em just like Geedy

Topgolf, sticks swingin' inside, when we creepin'

Bad bitch, chew this dick up, chokin',

don't cha be, don't-don't cha be greedy, huh

Finna pop out with a baddie

She got a phatty, said she ready, do it up in traffic

She bout that action, she gon' call me daddy for that package (package)

She wore my jacket, servin' Addie's, to them fiendin' addicts (ahuh)

She blow a bag, I throw a stack and she gon' throw it at me

She turn around and got her hand out, smilin' actin' pretty

You know wazzam, got that work, baby, please believe me

I smacked her booty, pull her close, don't cha be, don't-don't cha be greedy

(Go DJ, that's my DJ)

(Go DJ, that's my DJ)

Oh my God, it's Beemer Boy