Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back In Traffic, artist - Hit-Boy.
Date of issue: 12.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back In Traffic |
Ayy, Hit, how we gon' lose with shit like this, my nigga? |
I’m guilty |
World-famous, look |
Prayin' I don’t crash while I’m flyin' down the coast (Coast) |
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul |
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast |
Would they love me if it fell apart? |
Shit, who knows (Knows) |
Sendin' out a toast to my dawgs, stay ten toes |
Call from GTL, damn, you know how shit go |
Brodie told me, «Zero in with the beam and the scope» (Beam) |
Went down for a mop, he ain’t even clean the floor |
Showin' love to my closest, gotta appreciate the moment |
I don’t do this for promotion, I just keep this shit in motion |
That’s my slogan, way before the quarantine and shit |
My nigga, I was postd, dirty strap, reported stolen |
Raw, uncut, no dited (No edited) |
Out the trunk with it, back in traffic yet again (Traffic yet again) |
Life a movie, ain’t no way to hit rewind (No rewind) |
It’s all by calculation and design, look (For real) |
Prayin' I don’t crash while I’m flyin' down the coast (Coast) |
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul (My soul) |
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast (Boast) |
Would they love me if it fell apart? |
Shit, who knows (Knows) |
Would they love me if it fell apart? |
Yeah, who knows |
Would they love me if it fell apart? |
But don’t get back and fall again |
I’m right on time for calls, my friends |
The lanes have changed but the trust, it never ends, ends |
Never ends |
Roll the pack, push the McLaren through Ocean Ave |
Mint color millionaires, gon' take out the soldier rags |
Shit been off a big load, pinky and my wrist froze |
Then thought it was Kenpo, my dawg pull in, kick doors |
Met a plug from Maryland, air 'em out, I’m arrogant |
Clear stones, rare shit, back in traffic yet again (Traffic) |
Loadin' up the chamber, send the shot, the E chop (Bah) |
When the money talk, the only time I eavesdrop (Hello?) |
Cut the lights on 'em, then I circle back (Circle back) |
Flippin' back through the drive-thru, servin' 'em fast (Skrrt, skrrt) |
Bitch, I came straight off the block, ain’t no blockin' me (I'm the realest) |
HB the origin, the etymology (Yeah) |
Prayin' I don’t crash while I’m flyin' down the coast (Coast) |
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul (My soul) |
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who boast (Yeah) |
Would they love me if it fell apart? |
Shit, who knows |
(Would they love you, would they love you, would they love you?) |
Would they love me if it fell apart? |
Yeah, who knows |
(Would they love you, would they love you, would they love you?) |
Would they love me if it fell apart? |
But don’t get back and fall again |
I’m right on time for calls, my friends |
The lanes have changed but the trust, it never ends, ends |
Never ends |
Hit-Boy on the beat and all that |
Hit-Boy on the flow and all that |
Yeah |