Jay Rock - Traffic Jam (Easy Bake Remix) lyrics

[Radio Interlude] We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my n***a Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up I don't turn down nuttin' but my collar I ain't turnin' down no money And I ain't turnin' down no mothaf**in' fade Now b**h if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' a**, take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot b**h [Intro: SZA] Itchin' for a climax lasting past 11:30 Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that? Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that? You keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none You can find me where The sun don't never end and the waves don't part You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly And I don't wanna waste another hour Really need to take another shower Dirty for you [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Big business, big booty b**hes Black on black Benz's Backing out the back to back my engine Backpack with gats in it Backflip my dollars and bend Impalas, my arm whistling Palm flipping, middle finger f** y'all, I let it linger Plush wall and marble floor Ghetto commodore singing Tours for my who*es swinging On my heart swore I pour plenty more semen Or explore cunnilingus Dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers Honey you're a PS4, my game change seizes And my name explain visas I defame your name easy We aim and keep squeezing b**h my lane say no treason My chains say no cubic, all y'all look stupid Big dog, three phone call log stupid I'm Chris Paul, West Coast, All-Star stupid The mantra, the holy trinity, baby your sponsor My concert and your facility Via del Compton, and Watt's finest [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Now this that big shell fishscale BMX on the ramp with the fishtail Pegs on the front, we gon' get there We 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th wheel This b**h steal whoever if situations get real This that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts) And show you why they hate more n***as than Uncle Ruckus Rollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock Gotta keep that ba** in my step, dope in a tube sock Gotta do what I do to remain on So all a n***a need is good love when I come home Cause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy Fugazi, not me, me and my n***as not sweet Give you thug pa**ion, how you walkin' around knock-kneed I'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free