Letra de Outterspace Pickleball - BLP KOSHER

(Feat. BabyTron)

Long live Jew Shiesty, long live Charmane (Fuelz got that heat)

They gon' have to call 911 after this pickleball game (Simon? Is that Simon?)

ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit Militia (That's Simon)

Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris

Blood on the money, but the pape' Crip

K put a hole in your shoes, call it K-Swiss

Peel a top back, on some JFK shit

Dead on arrival, we don't do no ETAs, jit

Catch a body way before GTA 6

Glock in my belt, we ain't on no BTA shit

In a bad headspace, gettin' head in a spaceship

Ayy, Dreidelman, watch me shape-shift

Dang, I'm gettin' rich for sure, the whip game mean in this bitch, but I'ma shift the boat

I say, "The GOAT licked my penis," how she givin' throat

Me and Tron playin' pickleball when we in the yo

Chain do the Cat Daddy while my wrist hit the folks

Zero rules in the field we in, we'll blitz the coach

Had to keep your titi off the trap, she gon' sniff the load

Cudi flippin' bows, sippin' O's, and he hittin' dough

I don't bump yay 'cause the fent', they put it in the coke

Hit the one-way, jumped the fence, and put it in the 'yot

If you Rubio, me and BLP pick and roll

How the fuck my Florida plug playin' in the snow?

Get up close like a porn shot, now his ass gonzo

Hit the opp, blunt out my nose like I'm Kid Pronto

Perkys callin', bright future, I don't know Pluto

I went from canned sardines, now I'm eatin' Crudos

Ayy, why you tryna be like us? Just be you, bro

When I'm wrestlin' with my G's, you should think sumo

Good ping, shot of off one-four-three-two-O

How we fit thirty weapons in the three two-doors?

When you a champion, it's only right you rock gold

Bullets with the blue tips, you better stop, drop, roll

Started off Sierra Mist, but you would think to pop coke

OT in the BnB, can't go out like I'm Pop Smoke

You can call me Tron Gotti, turn 'em into John Doe

No mask, Cudi whip the fetty in that pot, throwed

Hell nah, that ain't no pot roast

If I throw that hoodie on, you fucked like you dropped soap

The bell just rang, you better jot notes

Lil' brodie hit the self scan like Luke Rockhold

Lookin' like a Tin Man, even the socks chrome

Literally a heart pumpin', somethin' I ain't got, ho

Opp hoes? Uh-uh, we 'bout to rock shows

Booted up, I'm off a ten screet, but I don't pop those

Now I'm at the Birds Street with a flock of hoes

Antelope Drac' with the drum, we play the bongos

I-I used to find opps before they dropped los

Swung my racket into outer space, no Venus Williams

He got hit up in his leg tryna pop hoes

Chopper ate 'em up, not a damn chance, Neen Williams

Ayy, Tron, we'll finish him

Across the US, Broward County up to Michigan

I ain't have a listener, now they just listenin'

I ain't have a single VS, now they glistenin'

Them boys figulating, I don't speak fig Latin

He a honey baked ham, I caught 'em with the pigs chattin'

The day I met Tron, I knew I'd never quit rappin'

In my prime, in my mode, bitch, I'm in my zone

Dang, I'm gettin' rich for sure, the whip game mean in this bitch, but I'ma shift the boat

I say, "The GOAT licked my penis," how she givin' throat

Me and Tron playin' pickleball when we in the yo

Chain do the Cat Daddy while my wrist hit the folks

Zero rules in the field we in, we'll blitz the coach

Had to keep your titi off the trap, she gon' sniff the load

Cudi flippin' bows, sippin' O's, and he hittin' dough

I don't bump yay 'cause the fent', they put it in the coke

Hit the one-way, jumped the fence, and put it in the 'yot

If you Rubio, me and BLP pick and roll

How the fuck my Florida plug playin' in the snow?

Get up close like a porn shot, now his ass gonzo

Hit the opp, blunt out my nose like I'm Kid Pronto

Perkys callin', bright future, I don't know Pluto

I went from canned sardines, now I'm eatin' Crudos

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