Joye - Dabbin' In Traffic lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo b**h ain't worth loose change n***a My flow Saddam Hussein n***a I might just f** two dames n***a One thing I don't know your boo name n***a I pulled up at the blue flame with her I want me a black Mulsanne n***a Give a f** bout you, you a lame n***a Walked in no shirt 2 Chainz n***a Right now i'm feeling like two chains n***a Pipe down before my whole crew swing n***a My crew just like Wu-Tang n***a Them folks saying "Joye you changed n***a" [Chorus] Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Young n***a Dabbin' In Traffic b**h i'm Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic WHOA [Verse 2] Spent racks just on one watch n***a My best friend the plug come shop n***a I just left out the gun shop n***a Bought two big straps one Glock n***a Lotta bankrolls in a lunchbox n***a b**h s** me like a bomb pop n***a I'm Joye and i'm a rich young hot n***a They said you only get one shot n***a That's cool, Ill let off one shot n***a In college park feeling like Yung Joc n***a Top drop imma need sunblock n***a Hell yea Hell yea i'm a hot n***a [Chorus] Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Young n***a Dabbin' In Traffic b**h i'm Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic WHOA Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Young n***a Dabbin' In Traffic b**h i'm Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic [Verse 3] 4 hoes and its just me and goose n***a Hell yea n***a went and got a coupe n***a Like a brand new puppy no roof n***a I'm sick might need a lot of soup n***a I'm dabbing in my new Prada suit n***a I can rap and show you how to hoop n***a f** y'all, Y'all know i'm a real n***a This sh** right here not Hilfiger I still don't give a f** about a deal n***a Your b**h ain't bad but ill still hit her Y'all need to chill n***a My neck and my wrist is on n***a [Muted Chorus] Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Young n***a Dabbin' In Traffic b**h i'm Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic WHOA [Verse 4] I got something for your b**h to feel n***a I ball fresh prince Uncle Phil n***a I ball just like Dr. Phil n***a f** 12 all they want to do is k** n***as My mamma still stay on Adamsville n***a No no no no i'm for real n***a She want a whole lot of green like a dill pickle f** that if you ain't money won't deal with you Your pack a'int loud boy Pa** your broad to my boy cause he'll flip her When i'm f**ed up might just spill liquor If i take a n***a b**h then he'll miss her [Chorus] Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Young n***a Dabbin' In Traffic b**h i'm Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic WHOA Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Young n***a Dabbin' In Traffic b**h i'm Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic Dabbin' In Traffic WHOA (Dabbin' In Traffic b**h) [Outro] Now that i'm feeling this cash I walk in the building and dab The ceiling i'm peeling it back Now that i'm feeling relaxed My diamonds is chill and they black How is you feeling that [?] I'm rhyming for real and its facts Made a k**ing i'm chilling with racks My b**h is Brazilian and bad Try me a mill and get smashed Walk in the building in dab