TRAFFIC (Explicit)

Still countin' money，
What the **** else I'm supposed to be doing?
Louis my bag in a foreign，
I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck，
Betta not ask for a quarter，
I got this shit right out the mud now im adding it up，
I'll be right back in the morning，
Now maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough，
N****s be out of they mind，
They thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a dub，
I used to sell a lil work just to make enough bread when the bills was tallying up，
I made the millions from music，
Now I'm at the point where I miss not having enough，
I value loyalty over the money，
If n***a a rat we ain't patching it up，
Don't give a **** if it's 500k，
If the feature is wack then I'm passing it up，
Straight to the M's and I'm laughing it up，
If pussy a 10 I ain't strapping it up，
I like me a nerd but I want me a freak，
And if she ain't a freak she ain't ratchet enough，
She throw it' back and I'm slapping it up，
My name on her a** she tatted it up，
Got a 9 on my hip if a n***a wanna trip，
Hope that doctor be quick when he patching him up，
Somebody take the wheel，
That henny got me on a crazy spell，
I feel like I wanna go chase the thrill，
But really I'd rather go chase these millz，
Since I was a kid I been raising hell，
I really just should of went straight to jail，
For popping my shit but I ain't no pills，
You know how I get when I break the seal，
For real，
I was tryna get it out the hallway，
Make a lil flip turn bands into Broadway，
I don't take breaks on a hard day，
Money don't sleep so I'm on on my off day，
Not enough wins on a parlay，
Took a lot of L's but I learned it the hard way，
Running red lights give a **** about a law，
This a one-way street and I'm going down the wrong way，
I've been going down the wrong way，
Pedal to the floor I'll teach you how to road rage，
Hit up my connect tell them **** with me the long way，
Big underdog turned crumbs into gourmet，
Made in my sleep what you made in a hard day，
Five-star dinners I ain't eating at a buffet，
Rolls-Royce phantom Joyner Lucas on Carplay，
Stars on the ceiling more lights than an arcade，
I've been on my shit a n***a sick of the nonsense，
Deliver shit that make em say I'm sick of my conscience，
The bigger n***a get a n***a big as the block is，
My middle finger tick up when I'm flipping imposters，
I keep a lock on shit like I've been living with locksmiths，
You ever plot on me then you'll be seeing a plot twist，
I don't believe in n****s I believe in the process，
I kill a n***a beat and leave this s*** in a hospice for real，
Turn up and starve I'm cooking and eating，
Been grinding all week don't care where I'm sleeping，
I hate being broke this shit got me scheming，
If you owe me money somebody gon' squeeze，
And I'm flipping the script don't care if they peeping，
I came from the bricks my parents was cheating，
I stay in the field don't play on the bleachers，
Got work on the scale I'm slanging to teachers，
Don't care about no hate just need me some bitches，
Just send in your tape come get an audition，
I nut in her face now look how she glisten，
I'm deep in the lake she thought I was fishing，
These bitches be cuffing I broke out of prison，
My bass in the oven I'm fresh out the kitchen，
I buss down a onion my n****s gon' flip it，
I made me a cut but I'm still on a mission，
Louis my bag in a foreign，
I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck，
Betta not ask for a quarter，
I got this shit right out the mud now I'm adding it up，
I'll be right back in the morning，
Now maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough，
N****s be out of they mind，
They thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a dub，
So glad that I got out of prison，
And that ain't no place to be bitching they stabbing you up，
Turned out the truck with the baddest of bitchess，
I came through the trenches right after the club，
I was that n***a that went and go got it，
Don't care about mileage we back in the truck，
Rollies and Pateks they mad as a ****，
This is not love bitch you acting off lust，
I was so destined to just be that n***a，
Since Rosa ain't go sit in back of that bus，
Look at my style and just copy me，
Never acknowledged me now they be acting like us，
Good fellas baby you know how we moving，
The pistol the shovel in back of the truck，
Went out of town I be back in a month，
****in' her face till her lashes is done，
I been an OutKast like Andre，
Meet me at the Garden we can do it at the Barclays，
AMG on my phone for the car play，
Smoker wanted butter in the spot we got parquet，
Couple dollars on your top，
I got n****s that'll pull up on your block，
And they won't leave all day，
OGs that'll really do it to you，
They don't listen to no drill，
All they puttin' on is Sade，
They tellin' me they ill but these n****s is not sick，
Jumped outta drop six me and a top pick，
Still be in the trap you ain't gotta remind s***，
I'm low but them Cartiers cover my eyelids，
The Patek all ice I don't hear when the time tick，
It gotta be the best only shit that my mom get，
Put me to the test now they watchin' my mind flip，
Say it with your chest bro don't turn to a hostage，
I come from the trenches I grow up with tweakers，
Dusty my mama would dress us on Easter，
Products so raw got them talkin' to Jesus，
What's the price on the pie I ain't talkin' no pizza，
Foreigns surround me they all from Ibiza，
I earned all my stripes I ain't talkin' Adidas，
I think I'm LeBron when I'm walkin' through Cleveland，
Pablo and Joyner the conference Eastern，
Louis my bag in a foreign，
I speed through the city then quickly get back in the truck，
Betta not ask for a quarter，
I got this shit right out the mud now im adding it up，
I'll be right back in the morning，
Now maybachs get backed on the corner from having it rough，
N****s be out of they mind，
They thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a-。