[Intro: BLP Kosher]
Watttrrrddd
Tell them crackas shut the fuck up when I speak, ay
I done rided on the beat, yuh
Red light shit ain't, sweet
Fuck a cracka with my
Oh hold on hold on hold on nah nah nah nah nah nah
That was about to be something that it was not supposed to man
I ain't give a fuck, I ain't trippin
[Verse 1: BLP Kosher]
They got a twist about my rap, they ain't thinkin' that I'm sweet
Coach your slaughterhouse style, don't get sweet
They actin' like they know about me, fuck it, let them think they know me
They be judged, but that's okay, 'cause there's a lot they ain't gon' see
Country out, but [?], so I don't want a piece
I let it rip like I do yoga wearin' fleece
I left thеm on the asphalt, now I got trouble tryin' to sleep
He paralyzеd because of me, and I ain't proud that shit was creep
My alphabet, D after B, 'cause I don't fuck with dirty Cs
They wanna be some popular gangsters and that's the dream
Captain Jack Sparrow got that metal on my hip to reach
I got close friends that turn you into skeletons for free (Watttrdd)
I be hangin' with some Jews and we all dikey
They be throwin' up their hands like a Verdi-Vikey
Every day I'm makin' plays while you still typin'
She got that gorilla grip, her little thang bitin'
Opp hoes gettin' clapped like a Russian sport
I don't give a fuck, I get the addy, watch me teleport
I'm a good person, so if I fly, then that's last resort
I put them people right in their place, freeze 'em like a wart
I got the drop, I'm on my way, that shit ain't even far
I can't even get inside, there's a security guard
They find out shit was gettin' violent, now they think I'm hard
They find out shit was gettin' violent, now they think I'm hard
Watttrrrddd
Tell them crackas shut the fuck up when I speak, ay
I done rided on the beat, yuh
Red light shit ain't, sweet
Fuck a cracka with my
Oh hold on hold on hold on nah nah nah nah nah nah
That was about to be something that it was not supposed to man
I ain't give a fuck, I ain't trippin
[Verse 1: BLP Kosher]
They got a twist about my rap, they ain't thinkin' that I'm sweet
Coach your slaughterhouse style, don't get sweet
They actin' like they know about me, fuck it, let them think they know me
They be judged, but that's okay, 'cause there's a lot they ain't gon' see
Country out, but [?], so I don't want a piece
I let it rip like I do yoga wearin' fleece
I left thеm on the asphalt, now I got trouble tryin' to sleep
He paralyzеd because of me, and I ain't proud that shit was creep
My alphabet, D after B, 'cause I don't fuck with dirty Cs
They wanna be some popular gangsters and that's the dream
Captain Jack Sparrow got that metal on my hip to reach
I got close friends that turn you into skeletons for free (Watttrdd)
I be hangin' with some Jews and we all dikey
They be throwin' up their hands like a Verdi-Vikey
Every day I'm makin' plays while you still typin'
She got that gorilla grip, her little thang bitin'
Opp hoes gettin' clapped like a Russian sport
I don't give a fuck, I get the addy, watch me teleport
I'm a good person, so if I fly, then that's last resort
I put them people right in their place, freeze 'em like a wart
I got the drop, I'm on my way, that shit ain't even far
I can't even get inside, there's a security guard
They find out shit was gettin' violent, now they think I'm hard
They find out shit was gettin' violent, now they think I'm hard
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