Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TRAFFIC JAM, artist - $ANFI.
Date of issue: 04.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TRAFFIC JAM |
I might pull up to your block and start to bussin' out the caps |
This is Gucci on my tee, and these Ksubis have a rack |
If I say it ain’t no sorry, on my Tory, I ain’t Dax |
Pull a phony with my forty, lil' bitch, you gettin' whacked |
Aye, wait, whole lotta bread |
Nigga ran up on me, that’s a whole lotta lead |
Empty out that heat, he screams a whole lotta dead |
Carti here on the scene, he seen a whole lotta red |
Nigga need medkits, I’m healin' this song |
AK5 coming from Sweden and dumb |
Clip out of control, I’m deletin' his guts |
Gonna kill more than New Zealand and buck |
Bitch, I just hit it, now you need a doctor |
7 kill streak, now I need my choppa |
Love when they bleed, and that Glock will work operas |
with me, he gon' tear out your conscience |
soda machines |
Get out the way if you rollin' on me |
He got an issue, a whole magazine |
Shot at his tissue when my burner sneeze |
Poppin' his knees, walkin' like gleesh |
Dot on his head, he hit me my g |
Two white bitches that suck me to sleep |
Bust on their teeth |
Yeah, huh, now he’s left at the lights |
He left at the lights, nah, he ain’t movin' right |
Yeah, wait, his momma got tears in her eyes |
Huh, yeah, officer, reach me some likes |
Officer, reach me some likes |
Ha, yeah, his momma got tears in her eyes |
Bitch, now that bitch left at the lights |
He left at the lights, nah, he ain’t movin' right |