TRAFFIC JAM

[Verse]
I might pull up to your block and start to bussin' out the caps
This is Gucci on my tee, and these Ksubis have a rack
If I say it ain't no sorry, on my Tory, I ain't Dax
Pull a phony with my forty, lil' bitch, you gettin' whacked
Aye, wait, whole lotta bread
Nigga ran up on me, that's a whole lotta lead
Empty out that heat, he screams a whole lotta dead
Carti here on the scene, he seen a whole lotta red
Nigga need medkits, I'm healin' this song
AK5 coming from Sweden and dumb
Clip out of control, I'm deletin' his guts
Gonna kill more than New Zealand and buck
Bitch, I just hit it, now you need a doctor
7 kill streak, now I need my choppa
Love when they bleed, and that Glock will work operas
[?] with me, he gon' tear out your conscience
[?] soda machines
Get out the way if you rollin' on me
He got an issue, a whole magazine
Shot at his tissue when my burner sneeze
Poppin' his knees, walkin' like gleesh
Dot on his head, he hit me my g
Two white bitches that suck me to sleep
Bust on their teeth [?]
Yeah, huh, now he's left at the lights
He left at the lights, nah, he ain't movin' right
Yeah, wait, his momma got tears in her eyes
Huh, yeah, officer, reach me some likes
Officer, reach me some likes
Ha, yeah, his momma got tears in her eyes
Bitch, now that bitch left at the lights
He left at the lights, nah, he ain't movin' right