Search results for 'Traffic Safety Fund'

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

I been goin thru alotta shit lately
And you gone die If yo ass think you finna play me
I keep that Glock on me and that ain't got no safety 
I keep

let up on the gas
Bout that dividen bout that dividen baby
Lotta funds yea lotta funds lately
Dividen bout that dividen baby
Lotta funds yea lotta funds

Woah-oh
Bitch you ain't playin with me, when I can see through all the shady
I jus been movin' on safety, ain't got a lady but lately
Thinkin' about

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

safety mane
And make me aim
380s make it hotter, 87 street
Eight deep in a Cadillac Escalada
That I just leased out with
My pants creased out
When I pull

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

Huncho Jack

Travis Scott

Huncho Jack, Jack Huncho

2017

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,

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

I’ve been stuck in traffic longer than I’ve been at home I collect the funds now
Michael Jackson how I keep these niggas on their toes
This is

My lungs can't keep up to my feet when I run
Can't keep up to the speed of the gun
I think I'm fucked don't leave me the funds 

We were planning for

Slow down
It's for your safety
Me say Pretty lady
Please don't leave me
He ah wasteman
We got funds like big meechie
One phone call
And you know you can

busy runnin up the funds so I ain't get the message (Ain't get the message)
Too busy runnin up the funds and I ain't break a sweat (Ain't break a sweat)

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

Push It

Rick Ross

Port of Miami

2006

Ross

Port of Miami
Port of my candy
Ain't got nothing to lose (nah)
We suppotin' the family
Never traffic for fun (fun)
Only traffic for

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

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

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

Shoyoass

The Coup

Pick a Bigger Weapon

2006

Now's the time for you to showyoass
They ain't handin' out no mo' cash
Mommas imitate my logo fast
Daddies take the safety off and blast

Now's

Ross

Port of Miami
Port of my candy
Ain't got nothing to lose (nah)
We suppotin' the family
Never traffic for fun (fun)
Only traffic for

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

I’ll take it anyway it comes
Whether it’s paper or it’s coins
You can write a check or transfer
funds
Put it in my account or in my palms
I’ll take