Lyrics:

[Intro: Lil Traffic]
Graves
Traffic
Grrah!

[Verse 1: Lil Traffic]
Baby, why you talking that nonsense?
Nonsense, why you go and talk that?
Graves says baby come and top that
Imma get the good head like a top hat
On top that
Turn a girly bitch into a tomcat
Pull up in a cheetah with a [?] cat
Running through the snow like a bobcat, bobcat, wahed
Know you favour that taste
Every time we set that pace
Every time I feel your waist
Bang, baby girl wanna hang
Strains them Tommy Hilfigers
Sitting in the rain, little shawty love to
Show me face, nigga bumping on the bass
Baby girl, give me face
Face, she gon' fuck me up
Sipping, sipping, got a dirty cup
Tripping, yeah, she trying all these drugs
Stripping makes me wanna fall in love
Stripping, bitch, you wanna fall in love

[Chorus: Aviella]
It just isn't right
It just isn't practical
If I am your light
Why did you let me go?
It just isn't right
It just isn't practical
If I am your light
Why did you let me go?
Why did you?

[Verse 2: Lil Traffic]
Phone call, block them all
Baby girl, I don't want talk
Your bitch says you en vogue
But she is too scared to walk
I be calling, sipping walk
Date is looking at my watch
VVS, shout when I park
She get that face and take off
Yeah, she fucking with that hard play
Uh, she a fucking sorbet
Wanna full meal, got a groupie on my eel
I'm a specialist like a Navy SEAL, uh
The ankle chain bring sex appeal
My income 'bout to rise a mil'
Side, side chicks are playing left field

[Chorus: Aviella]
It just isn't right
It just isn't practical
If I am your light
Why did you let me go?