Quite Frankly BLP KOSHER, Luh Tyler & Trapland Pat

[Intro: Trapland Pat]
Welcome back Blake
Xair lemme get that motherfucker
Yeah (dududuh)

[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