Catch Me in Traffic

Mr. Black on the track

The heroes

I tell 'em, catch me up in the traffic

We shoot 'em fast

I tell 'em, catch me up in the traffic

If they ever ask, I won't speak on what happened

Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest

Let him play with me , he gon' sleep in a casket

Remember them days I ain't have it

I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic

Stupid gear, I'm designer, no average

Say you lookin' for me, bitch, ****, get at me

Me and myself, I've been walkin' alone

Go hard for whatever I need and I want

Send me a location, don't talk over phones

Ain't with conversations, my patience ain't long

Don't know where the fuck I went wrong

All these **** trippin', they know what I'm on

Don't mention my name on your pussy ass songs

We droppin' whoever in sight when it's on

Glock 19 for the enemy

They constantly ask what got into me

I let 'em know, bitch, I'm big twenty-three

It's fuck you if you ain't no kin to me

Got blood in my eyes, I can't really see

It come to the money, don't skip a beat

They all in my mix, tryna figure me

Shows goin' up, but for now I want ten a piece

Say you got the bag for me, I'm pullin' up in my Tahoe

Corvette too fast for me, it ain't no way to drive slow

These bitches be after me, I cut off all my side hoes

Them shooters attached to me, they go wherever I go

Smokin' on that OG, this shit got my eyes low

Bitch, I'm movin' low key, the fuck I gotta hide for?

Told you that they know me, that shit was a lie though

If he ever cross me, he gon' have to die slow

They act like they want some pressure, so I just apply more

I've been goin' through so much, each day as the time goes

I ain't tryna cop a plea, I'd rather bust some iron, ho

Hit his ass right between his motherfuckin' eyes, though

I tell 'em, catch me up in the traffic

If they ever ask, I won't speak on what happened

Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest

Let him play with me , he gon' sleep in a casket

Remember them days I ain't have it

I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic

Stupid gear, I'm designer, no average

Say you lookin' for me, bitch, ****, get at me

Me and myself, I've been walkin' alone

Go hard for whatever I need and I want

Send me a location, don't talk over phones

Ain't with conversations, my patience ain't long

Don't know where the fuck I went wrong

All these **** trippin', they know what I'm on

Don't mention my name on your pussy ass songs

We droppin' whoever in sight when it's on