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BLP Kosher – Quite Frankly feat. Luh Tyler & Trapland Pat ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra BLP Intro: Trapland Pat
Welcome back Blake
Xair lemme get that motherfucker
Yeah (doo, doo, doo)

Verse 1: Trapland Pat
We cuttin’ through the Bronx
Home runnin’, think we with the Yankees
Raw paper, championship ring, I got it on my pinky
If you don’t see Luh Tyler, and that Kosher, nigga quite frankly
Trap went and ran them racks up, he just went dressin’ janky

Verse 2: Luh Tyler
I’m in the booth, me and trap on that gas, man this shit stanky
Got your bitch in here, and she throwin’ ass, she keep sayin’ “Spank me”
See, these niggas they ain’t tryna get no bag, don’t know what they thinkin’
Nigga, I ain’t tryna make no friendships ‘cause they get to sinkin’

Verse 3: BLP Kosher
Hoppin’ out on feet, passion pit, I take a walk
Machine gun stays by my side like I’m Megan Fox
Them boys playing air guitar, bitch, I really rock
Spody and Luh Jojo in the cut that’s a butchers block
I’m with Luh Tyler, no creator, odd future turnin’ bright
Under my shirt that shinin’ armor only hittin’ licks at night
That’s a dog fight, I’m breakin’ that shit up like Dana White
Jews name was Mike Cook, he let me cook and pass the mic
Jitter bug, jitterin, I ain’t buggin’, they some lice
Long nights up in that Yoda, had to make a sacrifice
They disrespected ‘til they saw I blew up, now they acting right
We be shining bright, the opps mad, flexin’ moissanite
Verse 4: Trapland Pat
My side bitch from Brooklyn
Pull up from that 3
Hit the net another bookin’
Niggas mad hattin’, quit cappin’ before we hook him
Don’t understand why they hating on my chances when I took them
All my hoes on my roster so bad but I don’t want them

Verse 5: Luh Tyler
Yeah, all my niggas doin’ good but all my bitches bad
Man, I swear these hoes be for the team and they be getting passed
See you ran up a lil’ cash but that ain’t finna last
I be stayin’ in my lane, I ain’t nothin’ like you niggas
Man, my nigga, he insane, got a button on his pistol
I hit that nigga bitch like it’s nothing, bet he miss her
I just jumped up on the mic, then I took off like a missile
I’m a big dawg to you niggas, bet they call me Mister
Can’t get your bitch off me, she sees these diamonds and these crystals
I’ma snap any time you put me on the instrumental
Look at my neck, that bitch on froze, it get cold like December

Verse 6: Trapland Pat
Believe what you see, not what you heard, ‘cause it ain’t in vain
25 thousand grams of swappery I zoed the strain
My Cali’ bih tryna go skiing ‘cause Luh Tyler chain
25 ain’t gon make the cut for that Johnny Dang
I can show you how to make the ends meet if it ain’t circulation
You gon’ have to really lock in, using concentration
If a nigga say he run Deerfield, thats exaggeration
Ski done beat that hat bout that Z, he ain’t even Haitian
Verse 7: BLP Kosher
Pat told me stay from ‘round the trick, he ain’t Odell
Cash rules everything around me like the Carvel
Amy Whinehouse, I’m sippin’ cherry in the motel
Sir smoke a lot of opps, half baked, Dave Chapelle
Speedin’ to that cheese in Saint Pete, but I’m not Russian
Woop dewoo, slid the palm tree with a bakers dozen
He was stretchin’ shit before the fame like he Danny Duncan
Catch him out back and I’ma fry him, that’s a blooming onion
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BLP Kosher – The Nac 3 ( Lyrics ) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – The Nac 3 ( Lyrics )

That Cracka broke with no hustle but he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat
I’m tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu

Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won’t dress for less
They was talking shit but now it’s congrats on your success
They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh
There’s plenty fish up in the sea but that shit always comes with a catch

They gave that boy a chance, the rapper that they wouldn’t answer
Poking five deep full house, Danny Tanner
My chopper gay have some respect when I’m in Wilton I got manors
That glock McQueen, Alexander
Let it sing just like the cantor

They won’t forget my silhouette I’m looking through their window
Get these rappers off my dick before I buy they ass a dildo
I don’t give a fuck he’s sending shots. Tell that boy ditto
Dreidel man, hammerhead shark, that boy a fucking minnow

Why you beefing with a kid though
Why you talking to your pillow
I was stretching shit fashitsho
Book the opps, that would be a shit show

I left a mark I call it skid row
Cause they dissing on the big bro
Extended clip, and it look like a hippo
Why they want me to be a sicko

Everybody around me crank, no yes Man
Hundred round drum leave his ass no info
I’ll leave them coins in the chest of a dead man
She a lil nac nac she a lil nympho

Used to jwett, now he do crypto
Tiny Tim I like to tiptoe
Jit was fucked up bout Calypso
Hill bomb em no Francisco

Paul. Revere the ops are coming Imma let them peel
Catch that boy and make him backflip like Jeleel
Saddleback strapped like a horse, but I don’t got concealed
You tryna be gangster I’m a be a star mass appeal

That Cracka broke with no hustle but he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat
I’m tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu

Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won’t dress for less
They was talking shit but now it’s congrats on your success
They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh
There’s plenty fish up in the sea but that shit always comes with a catch

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BLP Kosher – J’s & Z’s feat. Trapland Pat ( Lyricss Lyricss) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – [BLP KOSHER:]
(Ooh, shit, that’s a Danny G beat)
(Supreme on the beat)
Water, ayy
Do-do-do

Thai food, I paint the city red and shoot shit like I’m Curry
The way I rap, Helen Keller probably fuckin’ heard me
Forty out the gate, came out the roof, that demolition derby
Demogorgon out the Drac’, that’s a big-ass dirty thirty
He want smoke, surround that boy with water, come to the peninsula
I used to sin, but now my life a movie, I don’t wanna sin no more
I got ‘em tired of that lil’ gas, Ashkenazis in the cut
They say Jewpac back, hit ‘em up
Extendo came from Houston, everything bigger in Texas
Bendin’ all these fuck crackers’ block like it’s Perplexus
Every man for themselves, so why you think my chopper sexist?
I could shoot all them boys, no court ‘cause I’m a weapon
I grab the Visa card and then I peel the car
Zach put ice around my neck, I guess I’m ‘bout to be a star
And when I teach these people how to step, they spread they feet apart
Opp whores, I see them through the scope, they wearin’ leotards
Brother of a villain, the rap reptilian
Tried to sit me down, I’m jumpin’ over benches, Stevie Williams
Layin’ all my opps for all the times I napped inside pavilions
If I don’t like what’s on the table, then I flip it, Keenan Milton
That Glock go yodelayheehoo, but I ain’t Amish, Ashkenazi
Yeah, that thirty on my hip is stuck to me like it’s epoxied
Her daddy hate who? I’m smokin’ deadass Nazis
There’s security at the gate, but ain’t nobody that gon’ stop me
Them boys folded, I could crack ‘em like an egg, but I’ma let them slide
Anti-dreidel, Judeophobic, get they ass desensitized
Tell the opps, “I’m ‘bout to bust your ass, you need exercise”
Opp hoes, I’m goin’ Kevin Gates, they call it sexercise

[Trapland Pat:]
It been a lot on my plate, it’s time to do the dishes
It’s gon’ be a whole lot of traffic on this road to riches
I mix the high with the Robin. I ain’t fill no bucket up with fishes
Every bitch I come across gon’ tote a broom, but I don’t deal with witches
My main man just got jammed for a first-degree
It’s just me and BLP, bae, keep it G, is you gon’ keep it P?
He don’t wanna rap, just wanna spin just like a DVD
I’m at the roundtable, once you stable, you could eat with me
Yeah, Deerfield Beach, we ‘bout to kick the door
Them boys went to stinkin’ up the place, put ‘em in the floor
Jet lag, [?] AirTag on my favorite ho
She be trippin’ when I come around glitchy make me wanna more
Yeah, we got this shit for sale with you on the floor
With my favorite Jew, if you ain’t know, now I bet you know
Every time we get the ball, I call a play and let my Jews score
They gon’ remember us for years, how we write like Edgar Allen Poe (Water)

[BLP KOSHER:]
Them boys Edgar Allen, poor-ass jit, this ain’t a pun
I know nothin’ ‘bout the NRA, but I still keep a gun
I’m from Exit 42, but rock out like Sum 41
I took an L, but now that boy a W man, he fuckin’ won
Potato on the chop, tell ‘em I love you a latke
This my third time back around, I hit the curb like Sandy Baca
Pray I won’t have to release, tryna release my inner chakra
Hit them roaches with them rays, watch them scat, La Cucaracha

[Trapland Pat:]
Yeah, called a pair of 42, you know how we do
Don’t even gotta touch my old stash, all this money new
Rockefeller china, gold planet just like DJ Clue
Penthouse floor, you got the dough, then you can pick a view
Ain’t tryna get no papercut, I love usin’ the money counter
He ain’t follow through with the move, I hit him with a counter
[?]
If you ain’t Exit 41 or 42, then you an out-of-towner

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BLP Kosher – Emo Jit ( Lyricss Lyrics) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – Emo Jit ( Lyricss Lyrics)

Stepping in my Merrells, in a mansion
They on some emo shit I told you warner Marilyn Manson
Catch the ops by surprise Chris Hansen
Pop yo shit and do that bitch with these Darrell Stanton

Stepping in my Merrells, in a mansion
They on some emo shit I told you warner Marilyn Manson
Catch the ops by surprise Chris Hansen
Pop yo shit and do that bitch with these Darrell Stanton

My pen broke way in Pines
I’m still writing down their order
Catch the ops I do my chores grab your luggage like the porter
Say he in my corner but I’m like fuck that shit I’m bending a corner
Strapped up like a horse back. Bitch go look at his crib that for a hoarder
That paper lead the way
Cease and he a sis forgot to cease
And when I speak to the deceased
I’m leaving blood on every beat
Everybody around you starving fuck you mean we all eat
Jeffrey wrote that shit in stone he engraved it in the streets

So close the curtain let that colt bang
So darkness what they see
They tried to knock my nose off
That smells like teen spirit to me
Close minded open hearted he a hybrid can’t you see
They thought I was soft more like the fresh meat

Wadddlllttt

Stepping in my Merrells, in a mansion
They on some emo shit I told you warner Marilyn Manson
Catch the ops by surprise Chris Hansen
Pop yo shit and do that bitch with these Darrell Stanton

Stepping in my Merrells, in a mansion
They on some emo shit I told you warner Marilyn Manson
Catch the ops by surprise Chris Hansen
Pop yo shit and do that bitch with these Darrell Stanton

I asked them to let me go to spazzing
Them boys flaggin
Skippa no da flippa jit but lately I’ve been having
Oh. This Glock came with a clip. I taught them how to train your Dragon
Not the movie this real life. They hate me with a burning passion

Pockets surfing very swell
I’m feeling well
Pull up with the Mac I’m rolling in the deep this not a dell
I want six M’s doubled to minus one and fuck 12
If all spirits break loose, I’m raising the roof not hell

Pull up and do it real well
He dripping or drowning, can’t tell
That boy a deer in headlights three stripes there’s no gazelle
And if they leak the cul-de-sac, then Jit I promise to rebel
They tried to victimizer the Jit and they got painted Rafael

Stepping in my Merrells, in a mansion
They on some emo shit I told you warner Marilyn Manson
Catch the ops by surprise Chris Hansen
Pop yo shit and do that bitch with these Darrell Stanton

Stepping in my Merrells, in a mansion
They on some emo shit I told you warner Marilyn Manson
Catch the ops by surprise Chris Hansen
Pop yo shit and do that bitch with these Darrell Stanton

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BLP Kosher – Nightmare Up North ( Lyrics ) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – Nightmare Up North ( Lyrics )
Intro
Waterrr
Oh my god Ronny

Chorus
I’m getting cheese like I’m from Vermont
Why this Jit so nonchalant?
Chopper with a dick, it’s just a plus like an accoutrement
Truly Nolen, I don’t fuck with rats, don’t know what they’re on
Cougar bitch, she add it up, please excuse my dear aunt
I’m getting cheese like I’m from Vermont
Why this Jit so nonchalant?
Chopper with a dick, it’s just a plus like an accoutrement
Truly Nolen, I don’t fuck with rats, don’t know what they’re on
Cougar bitch, she add it up, please excuse my dear aunt
Verse 1
If the truck fit I might venture off
Weezy on the half pipe
Kosher kush, if that’s what’s in the blunt than y’all arе in the crack pipe
Pipin’ Jit bag, he boutta blow up likе a bag pipe
Luck of the irish, all them boys green, I got my bag right
If them boys havin’ motion then I’ma ball bearing hoe
I’m fucking your bitch bare I’m grabbin’ on her hair bro
Your shirt maroon, I open fire just like my hearts a stereo
Hot and Coldplay and it was all Yellow marigold
I got it on me while working out, call it Jim Carrey
I just bought a Mac and I don’t miss so there ain’t shit merry
Bought that Mac in amish country, little house up on the prairie
When you see me and your hear that waterrr, where’s perry? (Ayy)

Chorus
I’m getting cheese like I’m from Vermont
Why this Jit so nonchalant?
Chopper with a dick, it’s just a plus like an accoutrement
Truly Nolen, I don’t fuck with rats, don’t know what they’re on
Cougar bitch, she add it up, please excuse my dear aunt
I’m getting cheese like I’m from Vermont
Why this Jit so nonchalant?
Chopper with a dick, it’s just a plus like an accoutrement
Truly Nolen, I don’t fuck with rats, don’t know what they’re on
Cougar bitch, she add it up, please excuse my dear aunt
Verse 2
I’ll teach you how to duck a slug
Cracker don’t die
Catch him dissin’ at the airport, that shit won’t fly
And if I throw that shit away, make sure it’s low tide
Get them heathens out the way, since they coincide
Sprinklers went off, I’m bout to get them sprayed up
They said my dreams were unrealistic but I never gave up
Catch me spying in your bushes, Bella Thorne, shake it up
And I got Ronny on the beat, I told him throw the J up
Waterrr

Chorus
I’m getting cheese like I’m from Vermont
Why this Jit so nonchalant?
Chopper with a dick, it’s just a plus like an accoutrement
Truly Nolen, I don’t fuck with rats, don’t know what they’re on
Cougar bitch, she add it up, please excuse my dear aunt
I’m getting cheese like I’m from Vermont
Why this Jit so nonchalant?
Chopper with a dick, it’s just a plus like an accoutrement
Truly Nolen, I don’t fuck with rats, don’t know what they’re on
Cougar bitch, she add it up, please excuse my dear aunt
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BLP Kosher – Cheese Touch ( Lyricss Lyricss) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – Cheese Touch ( Lyrics)

I’m touching Bread I got the cheese touch Greg Heffley
She said I’m a G I’m in the shower getting Becky
Name the Draco Austin it got powers, and it’s hefty
Send that boy to Mars oh that’s what I like but it ain’t Pepsi

If looks could kill, then I’ll destroy him and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony
Want him dead or alive I’m talking Jon Bon Jovi

They screamin dreidel man for president I feel like John McCain
Like a senior I can’t leave without my stick I grab my cane
Crash the whip and then I scream paint Job I’m not Lil Wayne
They no ceilings don’t exist around my Way them boys insane

How the fuck he went from riding tri-rail to private planes
They left me in the deep end, and I went to preaching like Lecrae
Plan B: I hear the ops Collin then I grab my k
Scratch off, they tried to leave a debris I left decay

I’m a pitbull that don’t bark I leave a mark and let it rain
I might fly her out to Portland by tonight because she’s my Maine
Put them back up in the blender, power juicer, Jack LaLanne
He owe me bread I’m a kneel with that chopper. I ain’t Shane

I brought the switches back to Sweden snakes on a plane
See that boy and catch fire like the fucking “Hunger Games”
His crib got riddled up with bullets. All he said was one name
I’ll go vehicle or manslaughter on that biker gang

I let this chopper eat like Joey Chestnut because it’s a Glizzy
That’s my wodie that’s my dreidel that’s my motherfucking twizzy
He don’t like you then this chopper make him hit the Griddy
I’m bout to pull up on his ass yeat yah Finna get busy

I used to work at Lowe’s
But now I’m dropping low’s
Open fracture on the Glock. It came with a motherfucking bone
He a bug he won’t last let’s resort I’m about to pop a roach
Salt life I left them briny deep and then I docked the boat, fuck

I’m touching Bread I got the cheese touch Greg Heffley
She said I’m a G I’m in the shower getting Becky
Name the Draco Austin it got powers, and it’s hefty
Send that boy to Mars oh that’s what I like but it ain’t Pepsi

If looks could kill, then I’ll destroy him and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony
Want him dead or alive I’m talking Jon Bon Jovi

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BLP Kosher – Wicked Miracle ( Lyricss Lyricss) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – Wicked Miracle ( Lyrics)

Wicked Miracle – BLP KOSHER
They ain’t slide for none
He need wax
She need milk just go fast
Andrew Reynolds, how I’m stepping if I don’t like it run it back
They thought I had a Deathwish as a Jit they tried to Baker act
Jit I go ham but I keep kosher don’t get turned to bacon fat
They robbed me as a Jit
A couple years went by I robbed them back
10 racks a couple weeks went by I made 100 back
I might jump inside the fountain before they wanna see me crash
I’m from Broward where we got Mountains, but all of them are made of trash

Grab a star and buck some shit before I pop
Jit I ate and now I’m full for all the times I shopped at Ross
I feel like Adin Ross
Twitchin I dropped the cost
How many licks did he have to go on just to get his tootsie popped

He ain’t got no cheese you could say he ducking queso
Fuck the opps I put them boys out of business like sweet tomatoes
That shit a miracle, the candle stayed lit
All it took was one wick like DJ Ayedoe
Praising God in the land
No landlord
Big stepping I used to work at the vans store
Cornball they think I’m sweet them hollows look like candy corn
We could shoot a clip extended mag cam corder

Wodie got a Glock in his purse he gon jack some
Wadddlllttt I call him Percy Jackson
You’ll think I was working at the mall cause I always pac son
I knew they would hear me I wasn’t tripping bout the first reaction

Taxing all the opps flat plural Tijuana co
Extended clip long Nicki Minaj anaconda don’t
Block bend full send
Rise and shine Nyjah Huston
Llama with a lamb lollipop
Sushi on a boat

They ain’t slide for none
He need wax
She need milk just go fast
Andrew Reynolds, how I’m stepping if I don’t like it run it back
They thought I had a Deathwish as a Jit they tried to Baker act
Jit I go ham but I keep kosher don’t get turned to bacon fat
They robbed me as a Jit
A couple years went by I robbed them back
10 racks a couple weeks went by I made 100 back
I might jump inside the fountain before they wanna see me crash
I’m from Broward where we got Mountains, but all of them are made of trash

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BLP Kosher – Fools Gold ( Lyricss Lyricss) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – Fools Gold ( Lyricss Lyricss)
Intro
I-I-I
Waterrr
BNYX

Chorus
Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin’ pro
Marilyn Monroe, he’s wearin’ his stick like Joe DiMaggio
To the windows, to the wall, I call up Johnny, he get low
Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go
Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin’ pro
Marilyn Monroe, he’s wearin’ his stick like Joe DiMaggio
To the windows, to the wall, I call up Johnny, he get low
Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go
Verse 1
That boy a cap for flying Delta, I fly private with that fire
They searchin’ around for fools gold tryna take what’s mine
Too much built up tar but not from xans, I’m holding onto the vine
I’m startin’ a fray, I asked them how to save a life, thеy told me rhyme
This ain’t mumble rap
I was stеppin’ on shit until I pop like bubble wrap
On my route disguised with a hand gun in my bucket hat
If IG stands for instant gratification, fuck a double tap
‘Cause I don’t fuck with that
Anti ass people, you say somethin’, they say the opposite
Broke out of my shell, I had to go pacific like a nautilus
Checkin’ all my foes right off the board ‘cause that shit’s not a list
I was at the halfway house, I’m about to go cop a crib in Nautilus
They kicked me outta every job, but now I’m worth a nautilus patek
I’m playin’ man, I call a fact check for stickin’ out they chest
They let the dreidel in the industry, but I ain’t skippin’ steps
Out the window playing the trumpet, I put republicans in check

Chorus
Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin’ pro
Marilyn Monroe, he’s wearin’ his stick like Joe DiMaggio
To the windows, to the wall, I call up Johnny, he get low
Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go
Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin’ pro
Marilyn Monroe, he’s wearin’ his stick like Joe DiMaggio
To the windows, to the wall, I call up Johnny, he get low
Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go
Verse 2
Fuck he take me off the roster
Banana clip could turn a enemy to bananas foster
They used to try me out the locker, now I keep a chopper
Opps grinding like they Kyle flip heels, they need a walker, waterrr
I took his girl, now he got no boo
Now that’s Malibu
Me and Moe were leaving prince around Atlantic avenue
Pockets tweakin’ rolled ankle but my pants black and blue
Acquired taste, and it also come from the nose so what that pallet do?
BLP unthankable, I make the chairman take a seat
Evalut-? transformation, I might wake the beast (Waterrr)
Extended clip hanging out my dungarees
They booted me while steppin on a pest but now they hungry
They say Jit done made his way up out the field like a ?
Florida man, I’m getting goosebumps, smell the tornado
Wayne Gratzsky swing the stick, street hockey, but I don’t play though
Pull up to the intersection, lookin’ crazy, Ben Kadow

Chorus
Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin’ pro
Marilyn Monroe, he’s wearin’ his stick like Joe DiMaggio
To the windows, to the wall, I call up Johnny, he get low
Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go
Pop out on an opp by surprise, you would think he turnin’ pro
Marilyn Monroe, he’s wearin’ his stick like Joe DiMaggio
To the windows, to the wall, I call up Johnny, he get low
Call me Vincent, I get in that van and go
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BLP Kosher – 2000’s Baby ( Lyrics) Letra BLP KOSHER BLP Kosher – 2000’s Baby ( Lyricss Lyricss)

They say he cold condensation. I got drip I need a Cousy
I’m at Jasper’s crib they let the Jew in the Jacuzzi
2000s baby this the perfect storm, George Clooney
Put my best foot forward till I peeped them. Boys were goofy

And every time my light shine bright they try to dim sun
Now I’m with your lady eating dim sum
Puff, the Magic Dragon if it’s smoke, then I’m a flip one
Tuck his tail hop off the wagon I’m a kick one

Four score and seven years ago I met a Jit
Who put an arrow on the Smith & Wesson Steven Tyler shit
My arms strong from totin billy 60 seconds throw a fit
I’m sipping eggnog developing a dad, bod and shit

I’m getting flat spots and shit
From all the wear and tear at it
He playing chess, not checkers. I’m a archery fanatic
I be rapping for a reason I don’t care about living lavish
Cause if it’s smoke, appreciate the aromatics

Na na na na na na na na na na na na
2000s baby I ain’t growing old
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
From the Florida tropics now I’m up the road
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Pistol drop a opp like how low can you go
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Pull up on your block and I’m gon bend it like I’m cole

Why are they dissing on my peers
Don’t you disappear
They asked me where I’m trying to take this shit
I told them changes near
And every time they try to make amends, that shit was insincere
That rusty ass 380 in my boot that shit a souvenir

Extendo clips hanging like dicks out for Harambe
Pasta d’pepe I cacio ass and cook you al dente
Ambidextrous more to the left, but I am not Beyoncé
And I’m married to the money shout out my fiancé

BLP John Quinonez pop out like what would you do
I’m smoking on you know who the grandson of them damn lieutenants too
40 out the gate came out the roof just me and woot da woot
I get the info like I’m Nardwuar, then that chopper doot da loot

I’m shutting down them venues with my dog who look like maajin buu
I grew up fast as fuck. I’m trying to violate the tune lagoon
Sweet lick I buck the gang back they salty no spittoon
I feel like 9lokkNine a bad bitch blow me like a Babaaloon

Na na na na na na na na na na na na
2000s baby I ain’t growing old
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
From the Florida tropics now I’m up the road
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Pistol drop a opp like how low can you go
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Pull up on your block and I’m gon bend it like I’m cole

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