Heavy Traffic Rome Streetz & Daringer

[Intro: Sample]
It's gonna work
Wish I was as sure
We've covered every angle; nothing can go wrong
Everything can go wrong
Just the cops, waiting for you to make a mistake

[Verse 1]
Prada'd down, I'm looking prestigious
Finessin', used to hit the register with pressed pieces
I put the powder in the pod, I never went collegiate
Keep the pistol on me, they envious when you eatin' (Fuck 'em)
Our niggas will never be even (Never)
You'll forever lose, you're destitute, a bum can never be king
Now my name buzzin', bitches on my dick like I'm The Weeknd (Ha Ha)
I wrap with crooks, wise niggas with greasy looks
Bad hoes thumbin' through dough, gun in they pocketbook
Sun shinin', don't fuck up your eyes tryna watch and look at lord
You a pawn on the board, get shot by a rook' (Bow)
I slide off wit' ya queen, king, you a easy jux
A wild teen, mom said "Chill and read a book or the judge'll throw you one"
Been a smokin' gun
Always had the glow, the blind know I'm the chosen one
Take this shit in vein, this the opium
A lot of niggas in the game, I bulldozed over them