NO TRAFFIC Lyrics

Labeled an outcast but still fresh and so clean

I would give up my whole plate

If it meant I could feed the team

So confident in my ability that

You can't shake the dream

Hit the general for a zip

Trap jumping Zach Lavine

26th law of power

Keep yo hands squeaky clean

U got soldiers to do yo dirt

So don't u think to intervene

Yea my flow is mean

Have niggas crying like woah is me

All the weed I smoke is Putin

While I roll a Russian Creme

The way that y'all be cappin on records

Its a bad habit

Best thing bout having ya own lane

Its no traffic

Not just for the streets

These lyrics is for the masses

Tryna see 100 mil

Move up in the tax bracket

True shit

Real life nigga I'm not just rapping

But you so quick to load up semi autos

And get to blasting

You hoes think u slick

Throw subliminals in ya captions

Every move you make has a positive negative reaction

In other words

This game black and white

Michael Jackson

Smoke the whole pound by tonight

We be blasted

100 days and 100 nights

We be stacking

Give my praise to the most high

Everlasting

I'm a big fish and u get fried

Like some catfish

Post her only fans

Now she call herself an actress

You rappers say u ready

Think u need a-lot of practice

Not even 21 yet

But nigga I'm a savage

But all that old shit is played out

I could've played football

But ran my own route

So keep my name out ya damn mouth

Y'all talking all those gun bars

But when we see u ain't no guns out

Every new year you say you gon make it

Running yo mouth

See how quick you can chase it

You just fake like Canadian Bacon

I got a flow so ill

I think it's contagious

Maybe

Ill just roll a blunt

And ease my way to neverland

I just slaughter instrumentals

Like you never can

I'm a soldier in that field nigga

Jim mcmahon

Watch ya back my niggas pull up in that sprinter van militant

See i can do these gun bars too

You rappers must be thotting out

The way these lines ran through

My squad we swim wit the sharks

You niggas see shammoo

Nut in her hair

I just tell her its some new shampoo

Check it 212

We making big boss moves

Check my pedigree nigga

You bitches just dog food

I really seen real pain

Show me your war wounds

I seen some fucked up things

That you would have no clue ok

Garden State Gorilla

Cuz we came out the zoo

I got some new techniques

That I been waiting to use

Working like I still got something to prove

Nothing to lose

Flip you the bird from a birds eye view

Typical the lyrics they spewing

This shit is fictional

Dead weight nothing about u I see is fixable

Prime time whole squad lit

Like we won the super bowl

Touch me or my niggas

And you casket won't be viewable

On God