Back In Traffic - Hit-Boy

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