Lyrics:
make me happy
I drive a buck traffic
This bitch don't have a safety
I lay my self to sleep
My soul fight all my demons
When Im fucking on a baddie ain't
play with slidеs
They put all best against gang
And we playеd the odds
Dove off the porch and we
Landed in traffic on 'em
He slid in his Hellcat
Turned
I done lost so many homies think I'm traumatized
I done stop feeling pain think I'm numb inside
I be moving thru traffic with my 9 off safety
I'm
Yellow lines and traffic signs
As we walk in time
And we're all of one mind
I feel like I'm a refugee
From somewhere deep in me
It's so hard
Be still my child
Just know, I'm God
Step out of the traffic
Take a long look
Into my loving eyes
Stand tall in the havoc
I am right here
And I am
skrrt) ice on arms (ice, ice)
Shit go bad, like it's L.A. traffic, yeah
Crushin' down Addy, yeah, bustin' out plastic (yeah!)
Huncho
Basic, basic,
agency
Well this morning I ain't fighting tell her I give up
Tell her she wins if she'll just shut up
But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin'
agency
Well this morning I ain't fighting tell her I give up
Tell her she wins if she'll just shut up
But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin'
you if you make me
I got my gun on safety
I told the bitch I'm wavy
Ghost a bitch like Swayze
Can't love you if you make me
I got my gun on safety
I be
packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs
at an advertising agency
Or at a record label
My goal, if I was going to do art, fine art
Would have been to become Picasso or greater
That always sounds so funny
turbulence
Need to get up, up higher again
Feelin like my soul's on fire again
Don't need to bail for safety, show me where the safe be
So I
just can’t take no more
I pack my suitcase and I
Head for the highway
And I’m
Tryin’ to find a way to get around this traffic jam
I keep
Lookin’ for
(DJ Drama)
Look
Bitch, I'll let a nigga have it
But won't let a nigga take shit
Make me send my youngin' with a Glock with no safety
You got
the people okay
System always been against us
For no reason, I pray
For our safety and I’m hoping
Maybe one of these days
That things will be much better
I
or die tryna make me moan
Ha
Baby I know you love it when we riding dirty
Safety first got protection you don't have to worry
Heading home from the club
chasin
Make alotta noise
Got the cops going crazy
Riding
Rolling
High speed chasin
Ready set go
Give a fuck about your safety
Riding
Rolling
High speed
State Agencies, Title 19, Article 5 Public Health and Safety, food employees shall not contact Exposed, ready to eat foods with bare hands"
"Wait,
I know new money wont change me
I’m balling just like lil baby
I’m rolling a blunt no seatbelt in traffic, not worried bout safety
My attitude don’t
turbulence
Need to get up, up higher again
Feelin like my soul's on fire again
Don't need to bail for safety, show me where the safe be
So I
go out make it happen
I rather put my trust in me, cuz they be capping
Glock got no safety 40. Cal I keep it in traffic
And if I leave that bitch I'm
work, you gotta pay me
Nina never on safety
Light it up and ash it
Hit it twice and then you pass it
Hot-Boxin’ in the traffic
Kush Cologne on all my
even pay attention
Never wanna learn
If we can't put our priorities first
The children gonna hurt
Crossroad traffic
Relying on the magic
Got myself
a fake MC
I take out all my competition from like A to Z
Cause I get fly more frequently than a travel agency
That's what I'm made to be, hip-hop
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