Speed Trap (feat. The Alchemist)

Boldy James

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    Where we at?
    Bo Jack

    Used to hit the road long before the MapQuest
    Plug on them bricks and bowls gave me all access
    Bust white gold Dweller, blew a fat check (Skrrt, skrrt)
    Neighborhood wholesaler, fuck who rap best (Where we at?)
    I could sell dope better, make a pack stretch (Uh)
    Motherfuck a Coachella, this a trap fest (You know it)
    227 with the beam, got it modified
    Never really cared about a stream or a Spotify (Bo Jackson)
    Flyin' to McNichols, arm out the window
    Rose gold patty cake lookin' like a bloody nickel (Six four)
    Firin' up the Zittles, peanut butter brittle
    Got your baby mama in the kitchen heatin' up the vittles (Rerock)
    Kept my hands dirty ever since we was little
    Big thirty on me, quick to slide with that Kerry Kittles (Baow)
    Iced up on the dyke broad, shake somethin'
    All white buffs lookin' like a Motrin 800

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    Let your seat back (Uh)
    Put your seatbelt on and just relax, we sittin' on a G pack
    Off of the drank, took three naps
    Watchin' out for the highway patrolmen and them speed traps

    Burned up the turnpike on my third strike (Ayy)
    State troopers to the left, next exit, merge right (Go that-a-way)
    Got behind us, but they should've flicked the car behind us (Skrrt)
    If they knew what was in that Honda, probably serve life (What else?)
    Piece and chain could've cast a John Deere tractor
    Ten kis of 'caine, had to factor in the fear factor (Blocks)
    Cook the beef with the stick, that's a corn dog
    Niggas in the V pullin' skits for them Orenthals
    Whole fleet of foreign cars trappin' on the soil
    Sellin' fake herbs but they still draggin' on the floor
    Might drop a new EP every three months
    The GOAT, got these niggas goin' broke tryna keep up (King James)
    Merchandising in the hicks
    All my niggas wanna know is what's the prices on them bricks (Uh huh)
    Fresh off of the road, your bitch likin' all my pics
    Got my doctor on the phone somewhere writin' up a script (Let's get it)

    Let your seat back
    Put your seatbelt on and just relax, we sittin' on a G pack
    Off of the drank, took three naps
    Watchin' out for the highway patrolmen and them speed traps

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    Composición: Alchemist y Boldy James

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