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Traffic
194
Hip-Hop/Rap
Traffic fue lanzado el 21 de mayo de 2025 por DGI/Cap Global Ent como parte del álbum Charles Johnson
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento21 de mayo de 2025
Sello discográficoDGI/Cap Global Ent
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM78

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Slime Krime
Slime Krime
Rap
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Demario Scott
Demario Scott
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Kevlar
Kevlar
Producción
Ayo Jarii
Ayo Jarii
Producción

Letra

Yeah, woah, slime, krime
Yeah, woah, yeah
I wish Kevlar cook the beat
Right back to that paper, I love that cash flow
Red mean stop, green mean go
Please don't slow me down with no child lock
Roll the window down, let the shit blow
Geeked up in this bitch, I might just crash out
Drill down on your gang, I knock yo manz out
Stay down inside my trap, ain't have no hand out
Still serving, they on the way, these **** ran out
Chasing nothing but paper, you know I'm guap life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop ****
Chasing nothing but paper, they know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop ****
20 racks in all blues, I flare that fan on em
Soon as I make a rack, I rubber band on em
Playing crazy, Sleezo ain't that man for it
Glocks and sticks, we got drums and dicks
It ain't no back and forth
Right back to that pape, I got that load in
Trap beaten too many bags, my shit rolling
I got some scammers striking pins, but they ain't bowling
They was stealing g rides for them killers, my youngins tied in
Spaghetti Junction, soon as he hit that ramp, I upped that pole em
Started running, thought dey got away, I jumped that curve on him
Fye fye fuck **** here gon' die, he had some nerve on him
He had some nerve on him
He had some nerve on him
Geeked up in this bitch, I might just crash out
Drilled down on your gang, I knocked your manz out
Stayed down inside my trap, ain't had no hand out
Still serving, they on the way, these **** ran out em hmm
Chasing nothing but paper, you know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop ****
Chasing nothing but paper, they know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop ****
Made so much money, I send myself checks
Motivate myself, I send myself text
I don't take it too kind, to you sending death threats
I'm strapped regardless, these pussies can't get me
I practice safe sex, That condom on
Three deep inside this backseat, I tell them slide over
Clutch yo stick, I clutch these glizzy until this ride over
Geeked up on these percs, my eyes wide open
Yelling at my driver, we on a mission, fuck ****, drive sober
Right back to that pape, I love that cash flow
Red mean stop, green mean me go
Please don't slow me down with no child lock
Roll the windows down, let the shit blow
Geeked up in this bitch, I might just crash out
Drilled down on your gang, I knocked your manz out
Stayed down inside my trap, ain't had no hand out
Still serving, they on the way, these **** ran out
Chasing nothing but paper, you know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop ****
Chasing all this paper, they know I'm gwop life
Say I'm antisocial, I fuck with gwop ****
Made so much money, I send myself checks
Motivate myself, I send myself text
I don't take too kindly to you sending death threats
I'm strapped with regardless, these pussies can't get me, I practice safe sex
That condom on
Right back to that paper, I love that cash flow
Red mean stop, green mean go
Please don't slow me down with no child lock
Roll the window down let the shit blow
Written by: Demario Scott
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