Letra de Pro Open - BLP KOSHER

(Feat. BabyTron)

Tron could've went to the league

I could've been in the Pro Open

She said she wanted a weave

I bought a Bottega bag and that shit woven

I fucked up some commas, now they on their period

I leave the opps with a semicolon

And the opps broke, they got no motion

They only want beef like Joe Rogan

Me and Tron on a yacht, brought the Wock' and the pole in

We in Flint tryna rock, we eroding

Horseback, she gon' ride me, no Trojan

The chopper go waterrr, pool coping

The bread make him wonder round never been loafin'

I'm steppin' on toes 'til my shit swollen

And I'm a rapper, man, I could've been a postman

Hope my son shred like I'm Steve Olson

I'm a top Jew, now they sayin' token

My brothers died and I ain't even mourn yet

My brothers died and I'm still broken

They had to try my heart, came out the crib

I'll never go back to window pokin'

It's James and Benyamin, you heard what I—

It's James and Benyamin, you heard what I said

I'll cop a Cyber Truck 'fore I go bullyin' jits on the web

Pick your poison, is it them or the lead?

Pass it to Tron and he leaving it dead

Real dolphin like Dan Marino

Big dreidel, not a man of ego

Glock on my pant leg, hit a coffee stain

No cap in chino, ayy

Pourin' syrup, but we ain't at the IHOP

All that eyein', we'd turn him to a cyclops

Can't afford a whip so we stuck at the bike shop

Can't relate, spent a ghost up in Icebox

All this loose change, can't relate, he a tightwad

Big gold chop, clear the scene like some eye drops

Ho blew me up talkin' bout did my pipe bomb

Hey, hey

Think he got on Louis but it say "Made in Taiwan"

When I score six, I ain't dive for the pylon

Pour it in my cup, shit, I might not, I might not

All rats opps but I'm far from a python

All snake opps, grab the head, get my slice on

Let him diss me, now it's Def Jam icon

Red and white stripe mark, he couldn't try to find Tron

If he try and ball, get him stepped on, Tyron

If he get loud, get him touched like an iPod

Three leg, showed your bitch I'm a tripod

Pulled it out my pants, she was like "Oh my God"

Good Fear of God, came a long way from Izod

Glock with the flash on the phone like a Nikon

The prize what my eyes on

Ho think I love her, brain small as a micron

Finna drop PJ and name that bitch FlyTron

Do I give a fuck like it's ice hot?

You the type to let the opps score and then say, "Nice shot"

In the Chi', five hundred on some white socks

Like you Westbrook, blowing pape', thinking, "Why not?"

Swinging stick, you would think I finna fly swat

Gave a crack head a honeybun and told him try pot

She can't even get a Ring Pop, I don't tie knots

Dude lookin' everything he do, live stock

Tron could've went to the league

I could've been in the Pro Open

She said she wanted a weave

I bought a Bottega bag and that shit woven

I fucked up some commas, now they on their period

I leave the opps with a semicolon

And the opps broke, they got no motion

They only want beef like Joe Rogan

ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, long live $cam, you know?

Hey Siri, call Tron, where you at? Waterrr (Ayy, ayy, whew)

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