28AV - Traffic

〈Intro: Soly Wop〉
Then turn the beat up
Now let me get that shit like we drunk and krunked (drunk and we run)
Now let me see my car, what the fuck is you on (what the fuck is you)
I don't give a fuck, what the fuck is you on (I don't know)
Cause bitch I got my nini and you know it be home (it be home, HT made the beat) huh

〈Verse 1: Soly Wop〉
And I can give a fuck what the fuck it be on (fuck it be on)
And imma keep that chrome and we shoot it all on (shoot it all on)
If a nigga got a problem imma send his ass home (send his ass home)
If you know me then you got me, then we going
Zone nigga, I'm a zone nigga, I'm in thе zone (I'm in the zone)
In thе zone nigga, get a zone nigga, we don't clone with ya clone niggas
Ayy, actin' fake
Bitch I'm from the 8's and I been the race
All these niggas snakes, I see them shake (I see 'em shake)
I was tryna mob through up in the chevy (skrt, up in the chevy)
They actin' like they get it like a mob better
I said my niggas really actin' like we did it (yeah)
Niggas out here, niggas you don't know nothin'

〈Chorus: Soly Wop & 28AV〉
And you don't know what happened
When you got up in that traffic, trappin'
No, (yeah, yeah) oh, no (uh, skrt)

〈Verse 2: 28AV〉
How you bust down the jets where S is (SI)
Hop through two 8's on the hellkitty (skrt)
How your bro slit, all you did was tell fifty (told on 'em!)
High ball with bands on head, might did it (bands on)
I keep a sack bitch, no hoop
How your bitch your girlfriend and she so poof (so poof)
How y'all share morning breath, that bitch two dates (say what?)
How the opps keep dry clique up on two 8 (clique!)
Keep one in oven like 〈.?.〉
Floss on these bitches like two fades (28)
These rappers go tough on the cubies
White and black go, my wrist two fades (ooh)
Shooters in the chevy with a chopstick (chopstick)
Gucci on my face, need an optic
Water on my wrist, that's faucet
No little you's on the bosses

〈Chorus: Soly Wop〉
And you don't know what happened
When you got up in that traffic, trappin'
No, oh, no (mm, mm)

〈Verse 3: Royce The Choice〉
Paper all over the table like a crab boil (spread)
My 〈.?.〉 have my back like a ramboy (yeah)
Lightskin service smokers, I'm a manboy
Off the backboard, tradin' places, 〈.?.〉
Stay out of the streets, that's what your mom said
Nigga icey like I fell out of a bobsled
Joog eight-fifty, credit eight-fifty
Still knock a nigga cold like I want his cornbread, ooh
You blowin' all your money from the concerts?
I'm puttin' all my money in the off-shorts (ooh)
Huh, some may look at me like I'm wrong
I may lie in your face 'fore I lie in a song, girl
And you thinkin' that I care if that's your homeboy?
Before he do somethin' I'm thinkin' he might get caught first
With the worsest niggas poppin' at his poppa
Steppas in the section, nigga better watch his condom

〈Chorus: Soly Wop〉
And you don't know what happened
When you got up in that traffic, trappin'
No, oh, no (mm, mm)