Traffic

[Intro: 03 Greedo & KEY!] Run up, run up a-run up a Oh, yeah (CaptainCrunch presents) (Woah, Kenny) [Chorus] Run up a check in my Kevin Bradley's I had to grind and you never had it I made a flip rollin' by in traffic When I get bored I get back at it Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Run up a check in my Kevin Bradley's I had to grind and you never had it I made a flip rollin' by in traffic When I get bored I get back at it Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white [Verse] I'm from the land of the red and the blue Bare our fangs, how the shooters gon' shoot I'm in the pot, like I'm Winnie the Pooh Gang signs, that's the way we salute Play with them pictures, talk shit in the coupe I got the drip, but ain't bleedin', no bruise Crippin' with the war wounds, told my momma I was tired of cartoons Jumped off the porch I'm in the field, call the same with the rings and the torch I know some things with no change in their shorts Sold me some weed, I ain't wanna play sports Jump out of cars with some things we can't afford I know some flockers still knockin' at your doors Either you get killed, go to jail or have a jump shot Focus on your skills, boy, you know you only got one shot Used to have fire drills, they ain't show us how to duck gun shots My homie trapping' with the pills and stay nervous when he see one-time [Chorus] Run up a check in my Kevin Bradley's I had to grind and you never had it I made a flip rollin' by in traffic When I get bored I get back at it Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white Run up a check in my Kevin Bradley's I had to grind and you never had it I made a flip rollin' by in traffic When I get bored I get back at it Everything all white, everything all white Everything all white, everything all white