Lyrics

In the Traffic
Written by Brill 4 the Thrill
Produced by Traxx FDR
Treat the crib like it's a distro, we got bags in
Diamonds on me at a disco, the way they dancin'
I be schoolin' shit and givin' game like we on campus
If she know how to work her throat she gettin' pampered
If she broke then I'm goin' ghost I'm Danny Phantom
Now she blowin' up my phone, cussin', throwin' tantrums
I just got the work I'm finna hold this shit for ransom
I'm makin' bitches do my dirt like I'm Charles Manson
We the ones that made it happen where we came from
Bitch I'm rare just the way I like my steak done
I'm droppin' lines out the pint I'm on my 8th one
3 designers on my fit and I can't name one
If I don't find a way then I'ma make one
10 on me, but I'm buyin' food with state funds
I knew I was gon' be rich back in grade one
Ha, you can't play smart but I could play dumb
Yeah, I'm in the traffic
Chasin' money down tryna stuff it in my khaki's
If you throw me out a play I'm finna hit the road and catch it
And do 120 on the way, hope I don't crash it
Yeah, I'm in the traffic
Chasin' money down tryna stuff it in my khaki's
If you throw me out a play I'm finna hit the road and catch it
And do 120 on the way, hope I don't crash it
I been broke many times it was embarrassin'
I done poured a thousand plus lines of liquid heroin
Imagine if I sold 'em, man I know, damn I'm terrible
I be puttin' taxes on the shit that ain't declarable
Don't put us in the same box we ain't comparable
All you ever do is cap but it ain't wearable
I'm the reason ya'll relationship unrepairable
The only time that I was sippin' green when it was Caraco
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, shit I never do
I'm just tryna make additions to my revenue
If you come and cop a few then I'ma credit you
And put a bitch before my pape what I could never do
Yeah, the whip a drive itself but I ain't ghost ridin'
You see me up in traffic it's a UFO sightin'
I ain't dip my feet up in that water I went nose divin'
All this syrup got me slurrin' like I'm Joe Biden
Yeah, I'm in the traffic
Chasin' money down tryna stuff it in my khaki's
If you throw me out a play I'm finna hit the road and catch it
And do 120 on the way, hope I don't crash it
Yeah, I'm in the traffic
Chasin' money down tryna stuff it in my khaki's
If you throw me out a play I'm finna hit the road and catch it
And do 120 on the way, hope I don't crash it
Written by: Brill 4 The Thrill
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