Erik Sanders - Traffic lyrics

[Hook: TUFFBOYS] Tuffboy, tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we rocket ships Got that money, spend it just to buy a new whip Got a new b**h and she so smart, but that hoe be clueless Tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we do this [Verse 1: Morph] Kickflip do a 180 then a backflip, yeah! Ric Flair homie with the sh** never ever sell a brick Hold my city down b**h I'm the sh** All these clothes I'm wearing b**h you won't fit Ice on my wrist, waist size 36, aye, waist size 36 Mazda the sh** that I'm whippin, never see me in a Civic I am my number one critic I know that it's golden my music terrific Shifty Man know that he with it This music sh** isn't a gimmick Give it a listen you know that we winning, Tuffboys yeah we sipping on Guinness LCD on sleeves you know that we living good b**h call me Peter Parker the way I'm swinging through your hood Toyotomi's belly so full yeah-yeah he eating good My homies pa** on the salad now we smoking on backwood Yeah I'm a boss, green alligator don't ask what Lacoste Brushing my teeth, skipping the brushing go straight to the floss Buy a new whip if I'm spending the fetti then f** what it cost Buy a new whip if I'm spending the fetti then f** what it cost [Hook: TUFFBOYS] Tuffboy, tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we rocket ships Got that money, spend it just to buy a new whip Got a new b**h and she so smart, but that hoe be clueless Tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we do this [Verse 2: Anhell] Making this money I got it That new b**h I bought it I'm making this cash be robotic She snorting my dick like narcotic, she sayin my dick be nostalgic I spended this money it don't hurt my pocket My locker I lock it, I'm co*king it back then I shot it Bah-bah-bah-bah, talking that sh** you a lie-lie-lie-lie Homie dilemmas, that Guess be my denim My brother say get 'em and we gotta get 'em I'm whipping my wrist on my left hand She bending it back be like Beckham I think I'm the best and I'm resting Her p**y so bad that the p**y arresting I'm stunting I still leave 'em guessing My salad got flavour I'm dressing Making the money I don't need investment, yuh! [Verse 3: Shifty Man] Anhell say we rocket ships, really we just rocking sh** We rocking it, every single show Pull every single hoe, spending hella dough We spending, we spending Hot and sweaty, b**h I'm hot and sweaty Ed, Edd and Eddy My b**h with me what we call that? Head, head and Henny You wasn't ready for the flow, no you wasn't ready I been stacking from the floor, like bread, bread and bready It get better, it get better I get cheddar, I get cheese for the trap No Nicki but I beez in the trap Shouts out Alex my boy obese in the trap Stacking up the Big Macs, boy cankles stay fat [Verse 4: Art Mansion] Came into this game be looking broke as f** 'Til I got the certain tools to make 'em sign me up But this industry too below of my caliber Money coming in on everyday that's in a calendar Yuh, who was, who was getting guwop like he slinging dough? I was buzzing off the come up, but I ain't hit the po' I been working so my Mama never say we broke Do or die, yeah we did some things wouldn't tell the priest Pushing out the work while these other rappers get deceased Signing up the youngins making money off the f**ing lease Why they talking dirty but in person wanna walk in peace? Never put my hand out never begging to a s**er please Put on for nobody 'less they put me on they family tree Falling for the trap like all these rats was chasing after cheese Money come and go but my investments never coming cheap [Hook: TUFFBOYS] Tuffboy, tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we rocket ships Got that money, spend it just to buy a new whip Got a new b**h and she so smart, but that hoe be clueless Tuffboy, tuffboy, yeah we do this [Verse 5: Erik Sanders] Codeine, promethazine, money making machine She sip on my motherf**ing lean, now she wanna f** with the team I really, really had the work on me, Flex Mode I went Hercules In the Rick Owens I kick down a tree, I put your brains all over your tee I put the sparkle all up in your teeth, watch how you talking straight out of your beak How you stepping when you coming at me, your new b**h really was my old piece I'm at the peek of my game, I see you peeping the game Shooters in Helmut Lang, straight off the runway bu*terscotch lean in my cup, in love with the gas in my mud Dripping I sip in the VIP, I really just got to stay up Slide through to my side, fashion k**ers gone ride I could never live lie, spill the purp in the Sprite, all night I had to flip it for certain, I had to go put the the work in Swear that I'm done with the perky's, swear that I'm done with the hurting Boy I get to talking that sh**, but I get that talking done quick I fell in love with the sip, I fell in love on a trip I fell in love on a trip