Letra de Triple Citrus - BLP KOSHER

(Feat. Trapland Pat, El Snappo)

(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

First, I had her on the blade now, she straight-legged some spade

Just left boca for them rocks, this town center off a glade

One thing you gotta do is make sure you get paid (Dante, you snapped on this one)

Two-hundred-twenty-four halftimes all day

Whole things'll let you get deals like you out in Zali

I ain't even Jewish, but I seen KOSHER with the rabbi

Indonesia, blowing zaza, keisha all the way in Bali

Flip phones twerking with them beepers punching in the addy

One thing 'bout them routes, sometimes they take time

I had to put you on hold, thirty seconds wait time

We them zombies getting to it, it's gon' be a hate crime (Dante, you snapped on this one)

If you ain't got no M30s, we'll taste a K9

Came back and drop them numbers, niggas dead off the rip-a-dee

You can tell that nigga rolling in the trap, all fidgety

Put one in his noggin, think he slime, show no sympathy

All you hear his mama crying in the car, singing symphony's

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Codeine in my styrofoam, awful lot of cough syrup

All my brothers keep on screaming, Dreidel Gang and Zootie world

Nigga better be kosher, I ain't approach him, but I ain't never scared

Soon I get my nut, I'm tryna pin off like a fuckin' squirrel

Fans love me way in Europe

Baby, I ain't insecure

VVS diamonds, shit blinding like a chandelier

Come through with that broom and sweep an opp up like a janitor

Local-ass rapper tryna diss me, he an amateur

Poor-ass nigga, you flat your pockets looking like an underscore

You ain't tryna let me fuck, what you want my number for?

State attorney think I'm an NBA player, but I ain't going to court

I ain't paying no child support

I ain't paying no child support

I just popped an antidote, I'm feeling like I got the cure

Pull up in a Lambo' Urus, shh now I'm outta there

I can see these poor-ass niggas envy me through Cartier

I been rockin' Amiri with the Ricks, this ain't Denim Tear

Drediel Gang, Zootie world, life a movie

My dog beat the case, cougar bitch look like Judge Judy

Mickey on the chop for them opps 'cause they all goofy

Fuck trolls, crackers ain't on shit when they off duty

I'm paranoid, up the glizzy on my own shadow

On my grind, doing good deeds no Didrik Galasso

I'm doing shows at the crib, now I'm in El Paso

He stayed down and took them L's now he El Snappo

I cuff the green ass down, need a different one

Hundred rounds in my gun, run, Richard, run

They call him Dick for short, the glizzy came along with one

I keep a pole in case they try to touch my mamas' son

I know they hate to see it, they got motion sickness

I know Gary got my back standing over business

Everybody busy, I would hit a lick on Christmas

Get up on him with that flash like I took a fit pic

That was legitness

I met Scooter Braun and he told me I ripped it

I got holes in my Pradas, I keep doing flip tricks

Trapland with me standing on big business

I'm tryna make a world record, I don't sip Guinness

And if I'm clutching, I'ma up it, I don't fake fidget

Good Shabbas, I done poured a four in the kiddish

I ain't even European, I don't speak Yiddish

I don't need to pump fake, we don't even kid this

Drediel man Middle Eastern, I'm a peace witness

I put it in the yo for you weak bitches

We handle beef overnight, that's how you treat brisket

Legend of the black dog, check the speed limit

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