Catch Me in Traffic

(MrBlackOnDaTrack) (The Heroes) I tell 'em, "Catch me up in traffic" We shoot 'em fast I tell 'em, "Catch me up in traffic" If they ever ask, I won't speak on what happened Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest Let him play with me, he gon' sleep in a casket Remember them days I ain't have it I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic Stupid gear, I'm designer, no average Say you lookin' for me, bitch nigga, get at me Me and myself, I've been walkin' alone Go hard for whatever I need and I want Send me a location, don't talk over phones Ain't with conversations, my patience ain't long Don't know where the fuck I went wrong All these niggas trippin', they know what I'm on Don't mention my name on your pussy ass songs We droppin' whoever in sight when it's on Glock-19 for the enemy They constantly ask what got into me I let 'em know, bitch, I'm big 23 It's fuck you if you ain't no kin to me Got blood in my eyes, I can't really see It come to the money, don't skip a beat They all in my mix, tryna figure me Shows goin' up, but for now I want ten a piece Say you got the bag for me (got the bag for me) I'm pullin' up in my Tahoe Corvette too fast for me (too fast for me) It ain't no way to drive slow These bitches be after me (they be after me) I cut off all my side hoes Them shooters attached to me (they attached to me) They go wherever I go Smokin' on that OG, this shit got my eyes low Bitch, I'm movin' low-key, the fuck I gotta hide for? Told you that they know me, that shit was a lie though If he ever cross me, he gon' have to die slow They act like they want some pressure, so I just apply more I've been goin' through so much, each day as the time goes I ain't tryna cop a plea, I'd rather bust some iron, ho Hit his ass right between his motherfucking eyes, though I tell 'em, "Catch me up in traffic" If they ever ask, I won't speak on what happened Money talk, mine speakin' the fastest Let him play with me, he gon' sleep in a casket Remember them days I ain't have it I ran it up quick, made this shit look like magic Stupid gear, I'm designer, no average Say you lookin' for me, bitch nigga, get at me Me and myself, I've been walkin' alone Go hard for whatever I need and I want Send me a location, don't talk over phones Ain't with conversations, my patience ain't long Don't know where the fuck I went wrong All these niggas trippin', they know what I'm on Don't mention my name on your pussy ass songs We droppin' whoever in sight when it's on