SPEED CHASE Lyrics by K-Trap
(Feat. Len)
Speed chase, rocking G’s chains
Hella, ice and bad bitches in my freeze frame
Look She said, what are we, I told her we paid
She said, what are we?
I thought her we paid
I link G’s and bad b’s anywhere I’m touching down
Mean fit, you see the flare, can see the Ricky’s just about
I got in then I got out
I’m glad I made it just about
Where’s the real man it’s the drought?
They keep it real man, just about
You see my pockets are trees and paper?
Got these baddies on misbehaviour
Caribbean, her pussy, the bomb
I might call her my little Grenada
Her plug just came back from Jamaica
And the pack come wham
You would think it was dating, JeydaWeyda
Henny on Henny, I’m sipping of on danger
Let’s go
I told her, don’t touch this glass like I’m Tyler the creator
I’m too comfy
I’m in Barca, also in Ori
What you know about 17, old bunk collie, and now it’s a Rolls Royce brolly
What you know about Rolls-Royce Truck with a brolly, my chain customised by folly
Speed chase, rocking G’s chains
Hella, ice and bad bitches in my freeze frame
Look She said, what are we, I told her we paid
She said, what are we?
I thought her we paid
I link G’s and bad b’s anywhere I’m touching down
Mean fit, you see the flare, can see the Ricky’s just about
I got in then I got out
I’m glad I made it just about
Where’s the real man it’s the drought?
They keep it real man, just about
I’m in Prada shopping for cups
I’m in a cafe looking for plugs
I have crack heads, looking for dust
She’s off a pill she’s, looking for love
Cowboy spin, I’ll fill it and tuck it
Let them play me DJ AJ, I spin it in public
I got a freak that’s in the sheet, but she wanna go public
Wanna go viral
Had a brick of coke in a sink, and I’m published
Hats we got those
The gang’s like moss bro
Don’t let them shirt you, don’t do it
This Uzi’s really rare but the G locks universal
Speed chase, rocking G’s chains
Hella, ice and bad bitches in my freeze frame
Look She said, what are we, I told her we paid
She said, what are we?
I thought her we paid
I link G’s and bad b’s anywhere I’m touching down
Mean fit, you see the flare, can see the Ricky’s just about
I got in then I got out
I’m glad I made it just about
Where’s the real man it’s the drought?
They keep it real man, just about
