DreLaylow - Traffic on the Chobee

Hide the cash in a shoe box
Keep a ratchet no tool box
Commit a crime never get caught
A couple dollars in my tube socks uhh
Niggas still acting like they know me
DreLaylow stay lowkey
Fast life never move slowly
Ridin through traffic on the chobee
Fake niggas acting like ya homie
Smile in yo face them niggas phony
You know I’m off the chain you can’t hold me
Ridin thru traffic on the chobee
Sccrrtt switch lanes on the police
Body slam the game mick Foley
I really kick shit these niggas goalies
Ridin thru traffic on the Chobee
My baby momma trynna keep me from my jit now
My momma moving so I gotta pay some rent now
Real problems so I'm pinching every cent now
Ironic how that stand up nigga gotta sit down
My dawgs fighting what a nigga Michael Vick now
I tell them squash the beef just have a sit down
They ain't trynna talk it out so it's presh now
My pressure up so you know a nigga Stressed out
Get a Telly just to beat a bitch back in
For the relief I'm sorry Miss Jackson
I'm trynnna make a mill give rations
Fam over everything that's a fraction
My cuz took a plea for the 2
I gotta blow make it do what it do
He Told the kid laylow I'm proud of you
He bought me a chain that's why ya boy got 2
Saturday night hard working
Woke up and missed Sunday service
In the booth still looking for my purpose
She tell me she love me so I don't feel worthless
It's only right that I get her some purses
Pen stay on the pad like I write cursive
Trynna put these verses in some hearses
Buy time still trynna make that purchase
Hid e the cash in a shoe box
Keep a ratchet no tool box
Commit a crime never get caught
A couple dollars in my tube socks uhh
Niggas still acting like they know me
DreLaylow stay lowkey
Fast life never move slowly
Ridin through traffic on the chobee
Fake niggas acting like ya homie
Smile in yo face them niggas phony
You know I’m off the chain you can’t hold me
Ridin thru traffic on the chobee
Sccrrtt switch lanes on the police
Body slam the game mick Foley
I really kick shit these niggas goalies
Ridin thru traffic on the Chobee
Sunday night I'm at the brick house
Dumb fresh so they think I move bricks now
Long week I drown my problems with the liq now
Bills due so I’m plotting on a lick now
Grandpa in a nursing home sick wow
And I wanna cop a whip for my sis now
Big jwets gotta get it how I live now
Life is a curse and a gift wow
My cuz paralyzed I be thinking it's me
I can't do shit to keep my niggas out the streets
I’m screaming free wiz til my nigga wiz free
And papermate too he was just trynna get fee
My girl done told me she needs space
The same day I spent my last on her birthday cake
I said fuck that Took a fifth to the face
Can’t no other nigga in the world take my place
I done stressed so much I can't stress no more
I'm still here so the kid blessed fa sure
Stomach hurt so a nigga pressed for dough
I don’t like to smoke but I gotta let smoke go
My pops locked up but I never wrote
He done told me some shit that I’d never quote
All that took me to another level tho
All that took me to another level yo
Hide the cash in a shoe box
Keep a ratchet no tool box
Commit a crime never get caught
A couple dollars in my tube socks uhh
Niggas still acting like they know me
DreLaylow stay lowkey
Fast life never move slowly
Ridin through traffic on the chobee
Fake niggas acting like ya homie
Smile in yo face them niggas phony
You know I’m off the chain you can’t hold me
Ridin thru traffic on the chobee
Sccrrtt switch lanes on the police
Body slam the game mick Foley
I really kick shit these niggas goalies
Ridin thru traffic on the Chobee

Written by:
Andre Sterling

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