Trafficking - Sheek Louch, Dyce Payne

Riding on the freeway, chasin money everyday

And I don’t care, no, I could stay in the house all day

I stood outside with overtime

I rep my city all the time

Young niggas we came up doin crime

Oh, you thought niggas just was rappin

Till you came outside, and they was clappin

See nothing, I don’t know what’s happening

Everything I drop, that shit be slappin

Fuck lotto, Imma catch a lick

After this bottle, she goin get this dick

You can have her back, I make it quick

All this money made them niggas sick

See that Rolli, that’s a 50 piece

That other bitch, that’s his other niece

The lil one, grab my other piece

He a goon, I’m another beast

Riding on the freeway, chasin money everyday

And I don’t care, no, I could stay in the house all day

I stood outside with overtime

I rep my city all the time

Young niggas we came up doin crime

I ain’t call you back cause you bor me

Her pussy, that’s another story

Like my first Nintendo or Atari

Throw the dice, like I play Monopoly

In the club, when I first saw yo face

No way, I made millions with my nigga Puffy

Did it again with my nigga Wonndy

All this weight, no jet ski

Got a nine inside my Maserati

If I fuck with you, I do it for free

Riding on the freeway, chasin money everyday

And I don’t care, no, I could stay in the house all day

I stood outside with overtime

I rep my city all the time

Young niggas we came up doin crime