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The Alchemist

Speed Trap

 

Speed Trap

(album: BO JACKSON - 2021)


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 ho selling, 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)
Flying to McNichols or I'm out the window
Rose gold patty cake looking like a bloody nickel (Six four)
Firing up the skittles, peanut butter brittle
Got your baby mama in the kitchen heating up the vittles (We rock)
Kept my hands dirty ever since we was lil'
Big thirty on me, quick to slide with that (Baow)
Iced up on the dock, bro, shake some
All white buffs looking like [?] eight hundred

Let your seat back (Uh), put your seatbelt on
And just relax, we sitting on a G pack
Off of the drank, took three naps
Watching out for the highway patrolmen and them speed traps

Going up the turnpike on my third strike (Ayy)
State troopers to the left, next exit, merge right (That 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 cost 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 pulling skits for them Orenthals
Whole fleet of foreign cars trapping on the soil
Selling fake art but they still dragging on the foil
Might drop a new EP every three months
The GOAT, got these niggas going broke tryna keep up (King James)
Merging [?] and the hicks
All my niggas wanna know is what's the prices on them bricks (Uh huh)
Fresh off of the road, your bitch liking all my pics
Got my doctor on the phone somewhere writing up a script (Let's get it)

Let your seat back, put your seatbelt on
And just relax, we sitting on a G pack
Off of the drank, took three naps
Watching out for the highway patrolmen and them speed traps

done

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