SahBabii - Traction lyrics
[SahBabii - Traction lyrics]
Go 'head
(You know I'm fuckin' over it)
Say it right here
Hey, eee
Yeah
Slime
So many bullets and we gotta use 'em
Them niggas try pull it
You gone to the fullest
That nigga's a groupie
Pulled off on a shooter
And he said he had a full clip, yeah
Fast reactions, closest strap, I'm grab it
Bitch, I get active
They count dropping, he's attracting (Fuck)
Fuck you niggas mean? It's some traction
(Fuck)
Who the fuck y'all niggas whackin'? (Fuck)
Niggas lookin' dumb
Start preachin' that black shit (Fuck)
I value my brothers
We sending off crackheads
So much murders, they bringin' them hounds in
He flexin' money, I know that them pounds in
He said he got sauce
Now he want some thousands
My nigga said he might rob him
Take him down then
Them niggas pussy, they not gon' retaliate
Step on a nigga and send him a smiley face
Beat a nigga ass and check every pocket
They say try it before you knock it
Nigga, try me, he get hit with the blaow
Yeah, fuck niggas, we gon' come out the cut
If his bitch thick, she get shot in the butt
Dick in the Glock, we ain't showin' no love
Let off ten shots, I don't ride with a dub
Thirty-eight, that's a snub my UGGs
Traction (Traction), traction (Traction), traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction), what?
You say niggas want some traction?
Traction (Traction), traction (Traction), traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction), what?
You say niggas want some traction?
I'm in this bitch with more
Sticks than a pawn shop
(Sticks than a pawn shop) , yeah
Don't send no goofies to slide
You gon' get your pawn shot
(Gon' get your pawn shot, he's dead)
As long as they on the block
We gon' spin that bitch nonstop
(Spin that bitch nonstop, yeah)
Bombaclat, pussy boy
We want smoke like a rasta (yeah, grr)
Thought the pain'll go away
But it got sharper (But it got sharper)
Bring your bitch in
We gon' injure the starters
(Injure the starters)
This that real jungle shit
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 bitch in my armpit
(Bitch in my armpit)
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
We came through swarmin'
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I got my own religion, might
Fuck around start a army, yeah
(Start a army) and I ride with that shit
That make cars start alarming
(Start alarming)
(You know I'm fuckin' over it)
Say it right here
Hey, eee
Yeah
Slime
So many bullets and we gotta use 'em
Them niggas try pull it
You gone to the fullest
That nigga's a groupie
Pulled off on a shooter
And he said he had a full clip, yeah
Fast reactions, closest strap, I'm grab it
Bitch, I get active
They count dropping, he's attracting (Fuck)
Fuck you niggas mean? It's some traction
(Fuck)
Who the fuck y'all niggas whackin'? (Fuck)
Niggas lookin' dumb
Start preachin' that black shit (Fuck)
I value my brothers
We sending off crackheads
So much murders, they bringin' them hounds in
He flexin' money, I know that them pounds in
He said he got sauce
Now he want some thousands
My nigga said he might rob him
Take him down then
Them niggas pussy, they not gon' retaliate
Step on a nigga and send him a smiley face
Beat a nigga ass and check every pocket
They say try it before you knock it
Nigga, try me, he get hit with the blaow
Yeah, fuck niggas, we gon' come out the cut
If his bitch thick, she get shot in the butt
Dick in the Glock, we ain't showin' no love
Let off ten shots, I don't ride with a dub
Thirty-eight, that's a snub my UGGs
Traction (Traction), traction (Traction), traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction), what?
You say niggas want some traction?
Traction (Traction), traction (Traction), traction (Traction)
Traction (Traction), what?
You say niggas want some traction?
I'm in this bitch with more
Sticks than a pawn shop
(Sticks than a pawn shop) , yeah
Don't send no goofies to slide
You gon' get your pawn shot
(Gon' get your pawn shot, he's dead)
As long as they on the block
We gon' spin that bitch nonstop
(Spin that bitch nonstop, yeah)
Bombaclat, pussy boy
We want smoke like a rasta (yeah, grr)
Thought the pain'll go away
But it got sharper (But it got sharper)
Bring your bitch in
We gon' injure the starters
(Injure the starters)
This that real jungle shit
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 bitch in my armpit
(Bitch in my armpit)
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
We came through swarmin'
(Bow, bow, bow, bow)
I got my own religion, might
Fuck around start a army, yeah
(Start a army) and I ride with that shit
That make cars start alarming
(Start alarming)