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In Traffic
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New Age
In Traffic was released on August 19, 2024 by 4707376 Records DK as a part of the album Spank Da Globe
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Release DateAugust 19, 2024
Label4707376 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zantez Owens
Zantez Owens
Songwriter

Lyrics

GT made this
Got **** that's steppin' for fun (That's steppin')
Don't know 'bout no murder (Know shit), I'm tryna catch him in traffic
Or, treat the pussy like wax
Remember Boyz n the Hood, leave the pussy closed casket (Boom)
I'm buckin' and pushin' through traffic (I'm pushin', goin')
Don't swerve the wrong way, I'ma leave 'em on the dashboard (Leave 'em there)
No commotion, but motion we postin'
You ain't see it on shit, what the fuck is you cappin' for?
Say "Trell, who home?" and get shot in your shit
Won't live to go tell nobody
You don't think with your gun, you gon' think with your dick
That's why your whole team divided
Yeah, I heard your lil' diss and that shit wasn't 'bout shit (It ain't about nothin', now gone on, man)
Talk shit, come be about it
You know where I'm at
I'ma post on the bricks (In the Dixie), til the day that I leave this bitch
At your own risk, better think 'fore you come slide (Be cautious)
Be cautious how the **** died (Yeah)
Off a pill, mighty tough tryna slide
Tighten up, bitch, you movin' too sloppy
Drop the windows when we spinnin' through Raleigh (We spinnin')
Prosthetic, can't move, he hoppin' (He hoppin' on leg, he got one leg)
Need some help gettin' up, he can't (Haha)
4th quarter, I'm applyin' more pressure (Half dead ass ****)
Press the bus pipe, ****, better tell him (He better tell him)
He ain't wanna go do it, I'ma nail him (Nail him)
My new hammer, bitch, a lil' special (Special)
Hit her too, gotta do her, wherever
I can pop my shit, tried to tell 'em (I tried to tell you even though you weren't listenin')
But these **** weren't hearin' me out
I'ma ball, leave it in the drought
He a rat (Ball, whatever), so that make you a mouse
Sell the trap 'case they come in the house ('Case they come in)
And you bet' not let none of them get out (Don't let 'em)
Hit the lights and just shoot through the wall (The wall)
Hit the floor just incase that boy fall (Hit the ground)
From his head to his feet turn this floor this whole body (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Say you lookin' for who when I'm posted in Raleigh (Posted)
In the backseat servin', parlayin' with thotties (Boom, boom)
Baby Assassin, just get me a body
Got **** that's steppin' for fun (That's steppin')
Don't know 'bout no murder, I'm tryna catch him in traffic (In traffic)
Or, treat the pussy like wax
Remember Boyz n the Hood, leave the pussy closed casket (Closed casket)
I'm buckin' and pushin' through traffic
Don't swerve the wrong way, I'ma leave 'em on the dashboard
No commotion, but motion we postin' (Postin')
You ain't see it on shit, what the fuck is you cappin' for?
Say "Trell, who home?" and get shot in your shit (Gon' get popped)
Won't live to go tell nobody
You don't think with your gun, you gon' think with your dick
That's why your whole team divided (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I heard your lil' diss and that shit wasn't 'bout shit ('Bout nothin')
Talk shit, come be about it
You know where I'm at
I'ma post on the bricks (****, ain't did shit), til the day that I leave this bitch (Til I leave this bitch)
In another **** city
In the hood with a switch, can't put my life in no hands (Can't put my life in no hands)
And all of them **** around you 'cause you pussy
Lil' boys been a yes-man (Yes-man boy)
See, you call yourself Drac (My son), couldn't take that bullet (Couldn't take that motherfucker)
Hell nah, boy, quit playin'
I'm a gangster, I'ma take whatever come with it (I'ma take it)
I was built for this shit, man
Got **** that's steppin' for fun (That's steppin')
Don't know 'bout no murder, I'm tryna catch him in traffic
Or, treat the pussy like wax
Remember Boyz n the Hood, leave the pussy closed casket (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm buckin' and pushin' through traffic (We movin', movin', movin')
Don't swerve the wrong way, I'ma leave 'em on the dashboard
No commotion, but motion we postin'
You ain't see it on shit, what the fuck is you cappin' for? (Fuck is you cappin' for?)
Say "Trell, who home?" and get shot in your shit (Get shot, headshot)
Won't live to go tell nobody (HeadTap)
You don't think with your gun, you gon' think with your dick (He was thinkin' with that dick, ah okay)
That's why your whole team divided
Yeah, I heard your lil' diss and that shit wasn't 'bout shit (Wasn't 'bout shit)
Talk shit, come be about it
You know where I'm at
I'ma post on the bricks (In the Dixie), til the day that I leave this bitch
I could sit in a spot and just flip me a bow (Flip me a bow, man, I ain't gotta do this shit), or cut off my hands and break on a ho
However it come, we gettin' dough fasho (Gettin' shit)
Better break out that back if I walk through the door (Bring it out, I ain't comin' in)
Need a switch on that chop' 'cause you movin' too slow
'Cause this shit that I got make 'em break down the door
They won't let me in the game 'cause I switched up the flow (I switched this shit up)
If you know me, then you know I ain't no ho (But, you **** don't listen)
Give me that cash
Make 'em get on the floor
For my family (For my—), no stoppin'
I'ma go kick your door (GT made this)
Or (Kick your door for my family, man), walk in the bank, make 'em get on the floor
Put the cash in the bag I won't say it no more (Put it in there, bitch)
I done said it again, you must think I'ma ho?
Boom, shot, brains on the floor
Now open the vault before it be some more folks (Be some more—)
Rain, ding, ding
Rain (Rain), ding, ding (Where they at?)
Huh? Rain, ding, ding
Where you pussies at, man? Come outside
Written by: Zantez Owens
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