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letra de traffic - scorey

[chorus]
i was just toting them 40s wit zulu in traffic
i let em shoot if it’s static
he tried to play on my name i don’t know what to say
but i think they lowkey say i clapped him
i’ma go slidin’ wit zu do a drill wit the k
and then go pick up dimma from practice
i gotta pray that my n-ggas stay safe every day
even though they never be lacking

[verse]
look, aye, see i just be smoking to try to relax
he keep on saying my name all inside of them apps
that choppa gone beat up his back
rico concerned him with [?] cause of the way that he beating the pack
she got on her knees and i thought she ran with the boys
the way that she play with the sack
parked up our coolers, and drop-tops
i call up mats he gon spin on the opp block
b-tches stay on us, they stick like a magnet
’cause they know we keep the metal like a chop shop
no, i ain’t talking no raviolis when i open up the can turn your mans to lasagna
dude-he got choppas singing like opera
pop-out the bushes wit it like, “i gotchu”
you never had a lock-in every day that the action
stuck in the hood where it’s cracking
he tried to play with my name i don’t know what to say
but i think they lowkey say i clapped him
i gotta pray that my n-ggas stay safe every day
even though they never be lacking
i’ma go slidin’ with dru, do a drill wit the k
and then go pick up dimma from practice
whoever said i was acting?
go and listen to that b-tch if you want
looking for guys to pull up to the front
i’m prolly posted up, our coolers with [?]
let that n-gga front his move, he won’t
i’m that n-gga that’s gon shoot wit the pump
i’m that n-gga making moves [?]
i’m the n-gga them producers ain’t want
but watch who you trust
go get the drop windows tinted
you probably maneuvered a duck
f-ck all the shots and the rumors
we swappin’ out shooters so much they be losing their guns
and dude, he got popped, and i really ain’t want him to do it
i told him to shoot if want
[?] gettin’ bluer, my n-gga, my block game foolish
you knew that this ain’t want you want
b-tch i’m the one
and i’m with some n-ggas that been with my n-ggas, since n-ggas was young
play it, get hung
if i make a call then my shooter on top of the roof with a gun
and i ain’t for nothin’, these n-ggas just say they ‘gon bring it
i promise that sh-t’ll bumpy
n-ggas get sn-tched for a shooting
they say they ain’t singing, but still, they get home in a month
[outro]
see, i was just toting them 40s wit zulu in traffic
i let em shoot if it’s static
he tried to play on my name i don’t know what to say
but i think they lowkey say i clapped him
i’ma go slidin’ wit zu do a drill wit the k
and then go pick up dimma from practice
i gotta pray that my n-ggas stay safe every day
even though they never be lacking

- scorey

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