Hit-Boy - Back In Traffic Lyrics

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 slidin' down the coast
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who both
Would they love me if it fell apart, shit, who knows?

Sendin' out a toast to my dogs, stay ten toes
Call from GTL, damn, you know how shit go
Brodie told me zero in with the beam and the scope
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 posted, dirty strap reported stolen

Raw, uncut, no editing
Out the trunk with it, back in traffic yet again
Life a movie, ain't no way to hit rewind
It's all by calculation and design, look

Prayin' I don't crash while I'm slidin' down the coast
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who both

Would they love me if it fell apart, shit, who knows?
Would they love me if it fell apart, shit, 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
Shippin' off a big load, pinky and my wrist froze
They thought it was Kenpo, my dog pull in, kick doors
Met a plug from Maryland, air 'em out, I'm arrogant
Clear stones, rare shit, back in traffic yet again
Loadin' up the chamber, send a shot, the E chop
When the money talk the only time I eavesdrop
Cut the lights on 'em, then I circle back
Flippin' pack through the drive-thru, servin' 'em fast
Bitch, I came straight off the block, ain't no blockin' me
HB the origin, the etymology

Prayin' I don't crash while I'm slidin' down the coast
Trauma from the past, that shit livin' inside my soul
Know some gangstas and some hustlers and a few niggas who both
Would they love me if it fell apart, shit, who knows?
(Would they love me? Would they love me? Would they love me?)

Would they love me if it fell apart, shit, who knows?
(Would they love me? Would they love me? Would they love me?)
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