Lyrics Traction - Jefe Wit The Shot

Fuck it I'm tired of all a that capping
Ya niggas ratting
Sit in that room and you telling police what happened
Like lights camera action
Yelling out movie
Stop all that acting
Backing out fake shit
All for the fashion
Some of my niggas got bagged
And some of my niggas still trapping
Robbing rapping scamming
All work no play no lacking
Stacking all that bread on the back end
Buy more guns stay packing
New opps old opps toe tag 'em
New moves but I learned old fashion uh
Ion play beef with captions
I'm good with the grip that's traction

Why you put ya mans in the bin that's garbage
Who the fuck ya fathers
Who the fuck ya play for
And who all ya starters
PhLy tell me who that bothers
And we don't play bout ours
Cold sweat cold showers
All blacked out flowers
Niggas don't know what I been through
Got broke but I came back sharp as a pencil
I keep a tool in da rental
Got my own shit
Ion gotta stunt in no rental
Might punch a nigga out his dental
Shooter and the driver my job is essential
Might punch a nigga out his dental
I'm a shooter and the driver my job is essential
5% Windows tints in a Honda
Move like I came from wakanda
Niggas don't know how I rock
I'm a good nigga but I transform to a monsta
Bread on ya head if you tryna get sponsored
Lil stick turn a tough nigga to pasta
I really come from the yard
So I know real life shottas
Neva did shit for no validation
Suck on my dick if you think I got patients
Niggas get hyped over Foreign's
To me that's old
That ain't what we chasing
Play for the law
So I know you jaking
Stick got 'em Harlem shaking
Bodies in the walls
So the bando vacant
Put 'em in the sea
Sen him on vacation
Ya niggas don't slide through the hood
Wen ya mans getting shot at
Ya lil niggas don't spin
Ya niggas don't walk like this
Ya don't talk like this
Ya don't do what it takes for the win
Glitt bow
Aim for the chin uh
Pass that glock to my twin
Bend one block
Then I bend two blocks uh
Doing a drill in a benz
I'm a humble ass nigga
But I do go to work
Shovels and broom
All you niggas is dirt
Mop through ya block
That's gang on a shirt
That shit to my dick
Who feeling get hurt
22 Tuck case the 45 jamming
Don't talk tough what's happening
All gun play no captions
All gun play no lacking

Fuck it I'm tired of all a that capping
Ya niggas ratting
Sit in that room and you telling police what happened
Like lights camera action
Yelling out movie
Stop all that acting
Backing out fake shit
All for the fashion
Some of my niggas got bagged
And some of my niggas still trapping
Robbing rapping scamming
All work no play no lacking
Stacking all that bread on the back end
Buy more guns stay packing
New opps old opps toe tag 'em
New moves but I learned old fashion uh
Ion play beef with captions
I'm good with the grip that's traction