TRAFFIC JAM - $ANFI, Hali

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