Traction lyrics

[Intro]
Go 'head (Noxh, I'm f*ckin' over it)
Say it right here
Ayy-eee
Yeah
Slime

[Verse 1]
So many bullets and we gotta use 'em
Them n*ggas try pull it, you gone to the fullest
That n*gga's a groupie, pulled off on a shooter
And he said he had a full clip, yeah
Fast reactions, closest strap, I'ma grab it
b*tch, I get active
They count dropping, we subtractin' (f*ck)
f*ck you n*ggas mean? It's some traction (f*ck)
Who the f*ck y'all n*ggas whackin'? (f*ck)
n*ggas lookin' dumb, start preachin' that black sh*t (f*ck)
I value my brothers, we sendin' off crackheads
So much murders, they bringin' them hounds in
He flexin' money, I know that them pounds in
Hе said he got zaza and he want some thousands
My n*gga said hе might rob him, take him down then
Them n*ggas pus*y, they not gon' retaliate
Step on a n*gga and send him a smiley face
Beat a n*gga ass and check every pocket
They say, "Try it before you knock it"
n*gga try me, he get hit with that blaow
Infect n*ggas, we gon' come out the cut
If his b*tch thick, she get shot in the butt
di*k and a Glock, we ain't showin' no love
Let off ten shots, so I'm ridin' with a dub
Thirty-eight, that's a snub my UGGs
[Chorus]
Traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction)
Traction, what?
You say n*ggas want some traction?
Traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction)
Traction, what?
You say n*ggas want some traction?

[Verse 2]
I'm in this b*tch with more sticks than a pawn shop (Sticks than a pawn shop)
Don't send no goofies to slide, you gon' get your pawn shot (Gon' get your pawn shot, it's there)
As long as they on the block, we gon' spin that b*tch nonstop (Spin that b*tch nonstop, yeah)
Bombaclat, pus*y boy, we want smoke like a Rasta (Yeah, grr)
Thought the pain'd go away, but it got sharper (But it got sharper, yeah)
Bring your b*tch in, we gon' injure the starters (Injure the starters)
This that real jungle sh*t, we don't listen to farmers (Listen to farmers, yeah)
I only want the bullets that go through the armor (That go through the armor)
Baby Glock, hold that b*tch in my armpit (b*tch in my armpit)
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, we came through swarmin' (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I got my own religion, might f*ck around start a army, yeah (Start a army)
And I ride with that sh*t that make cars start alarming (Start alarming)
Mm