Traffic

Run up, run up a-run up a
Oh, yeah
(CaptainCrunch presents)
(Woah, Kenny)
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
I'm from Atlanta, 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
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
Everything all white
Everything all white
Everything all white