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