Boldy James - Speed Trap lyrics

[Intro] Where we at? Bo Jack [Verse 1] 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 wholesalin', fu*k who rap best (Where we at?) I could sell dope better, make a pack stretch (Uh) Motherfu*k 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 or I'm out the window Rosе gold patty cake lookin' like a bloody nickel (Six four) Firin' up thе zittles, peanut bu*ter 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 Kittel ???] (Baow) Iced up on the dock, bro, shake some All white buffs lookin' like a Motrin 800 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 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 ni**as in the V pullin' skits for them Orenthals Whole fleet of foreign cars trappin' on the soil Sellin' fake [?] but they still draggin' on the foil Might drop a new EP every three months The GOAT, got these ni**as goin' broke tryna keep up (King James) Mergin' [?] and the hicks All my ni**as wanna know is what's the prices on them bricks (Uh huh) Fresh off of the road, your b*tch likin' all my pics Got my doctor on the phone somewhere writin' up a script (Let's get it) [Chorus] 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