03 Greedo, Kenny Beats - Traffic Lyrics

Run up, run up a-run up a
Oh, yeah
(Captaincrunch presents)
(Whoa, Kenny)

Run up a check and I carry my brothers
I had to grind and you never had it
I made a flip rollin' by in traffic
When I get bored I get back at it
Everything I want, everything I want
Everything I want, everything I want
Run up a check and I carry my brothers
I had to grind and you never had it
I made a flip rollin' by in traffic
When I get bored I get back at it
Everything I want, everything I want
Everything I want, everything I want

I'm from Atlanta, the red and the blue
Bear fangs, how the shooters gon' shoot
I'm in the pot, like I'm Winnie the Pooh
Gang signs, that's the way we salute
Play with them pictures, talk shit in the coupe
I got the drip, but ain't bleedin', no bruise
Crippin' with the war wounds
Told my momma I was tired of cartoons
Jumped off the porch
I'm in the field, call the same with the rings and the torch
I know some things with no change in their shorts
Sold me some weed, I don't wanna play sports
Jump out of cars for the shit we can't afford
I know some flockers still knockin' at your doors
Either you get killed
Go to jail or have a jump spot
Focus on your skills
Boy, you know you only got one shot
Used to have five jails
They ain't show us how to duck gun shots
My homie trapping' with the pills
And stay nervous when he see wontons

Run up a check and I carry my brothers
I had to grind and you never had it
I made a flip rollin' by in traffic
When I get bored I get back at it
Everything I want, everything I want
Everything I want, everything I want
Run up a check and I carry my brothers
I had to grind and you never had it
I made a flip rollin' by in traffic
When I get bored I get back at it
Everything I want, everything I want
(Everything I want), everything I want

(Everything I want)
(Everything I want)