Lyrics Back In Traffic - Hit-Boy

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