Letra de J’s & Z’s - BLP KOSHER

(Feat. Trapland Pat)

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Supreme on the beat)

Water, ayy

Duh-duh-duh

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, it's 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

Yeah, it's been a lot on my plate, it's time to do the dishes (Yeah, yeah)

It's gon' be a whole lot of traffic on this road to riches (Skrrt, skrrt)

I mix the high with the raw, but I ain't fill no bucket up with fishes (Duh-duh-duh)

Every bitch I come across gon' tote a broom, but I won't deal with witches (Woah)

My main man just got jammed for a first-degree

It's just me and BLP, best keep it G, is you gon' keep it P? (Shh)

He don't wanna rap, just wanna spin just like a DVD (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh)

I'm at the roundtable, once you stable, you could eat with me (Come and eat)

Yeah, Deerfield Beach, we 'bout to kick the door (Deerfeild)

Them boys went to stinkin' up the place, put 'em in the floor

Jackland, stamp that AirTag on my favorite ho

She be trippin' when I come around glitchin', make me want her more

Yeah, we got this shit for sale, what you want, the floor?

I'm 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 Jew score

They gon' remember us for years, how we write like Edgar Allen Poe (Water)

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" (Yeah)

This my third time back around, I hit the curb like Sandy Baca

Pray I won't have to relieve, tryna release my inner chakra

Hit them roaches with them raids, watch 'em scat, La Cucaracha

Yeah, cross the pier off 42, you know how we do

I don't even gotta touch my old stash, all this money new

Rockefeller, tryna go platinum just like DJ Clue

Penthouse floor, you got the dough, then you can pick a view

Ain't tryna get no papercut, better off usin' the money counter

He ain't follow through with his move, I hit him with a counter

Your wrist game weak, drop an onion, bet my cookie rounder

If you ain't Exit 41 or 42, then you an out-of-towner (Duh-duh-duh)

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