Lyrics




This here is a DJ Young JD world premiere
If it ain't the ticket stamp on that
Motherfucker, we ain't fucking with it
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic, move with the ratchet
Thirty shots, we let him have it
Shootin' shit up was a habit
They don't want static
Spin the cut and make it tragic
My niggas reckless
Take a right about your necklace
Moving bricks like Tetris
I love my weapon
Can't put it down for a second
Six double-O what I'm reppin'
My niggas not industry, but we really be in these streets
Backwoods rolled with the latest
Opp in traffic, he lost his top
Long live my boy LA Capone, he king and he got the throne
If it ain't related to money, nigga, don't call my phone
Slide through three with four pipes
Fours double brethers tryna take 'em two lives
Take a nigga life like he had three strikes
B's on my eyes like it make me see right
Pigs hit the bricks, so we posted on the mat
I'm a youngin in the streets, but you know I'm a vet
Every day with my dogs in the jungle where I'm at
We be hunting all night, say so, my nats
Just blow
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
All this carats on my chain with a rabbit
But your life get took if you grab it
We'll send his bitch up like a attic
Send him through the text, lacking in traffic
I'm a young savage from 6-O
We ain't have shit, used to kick doors
Used to hit stores, still take souls
In my hood, gotta keep poles
LA gang, it can't be no nation 'cause we don't fuck with folks
Man, that boy a goof, ain't no factor, man, he don't even tote
I be on the bricks with them sticks, you pull up, we on your shit
I'ma get it right out the mud, ain't no nigga gave me shit
Lost LA when I was booked, the judge said I'm cooked
They wouldn't let me off the hook
My old dog a new rat, the statement came back
The opps hard to find like some Act'
Lost LA when I was booked, the judge said I'm cooked
They wouldn't let me off the hook
My old dog a new rat, the statement came back
The opps hard to find like some Act'
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic
We'll catch him in traffic



Writer(s): Abdelkrim Brahmi, Mory Samake, Essadi Mehdi Faveris, Joann Duport Copyright: Yopopo Ltd, Delabel Editions, Sony Atv Music Publishing, Bird Sound Sarl



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