BLP KOSHER - Skidoo

Gun up in my pants (you know Rami run that shit up)
I put the "K" in subi's
Rollie on my wrist, I used to "I heart boobies"
(Ki, you cook this?)
Water, yeah
Dreidel man, dreidel man, ayy (that nigga Dave crazy, ok bet)

Gun up in my pants
I put the "K" in subi's
Rollie on my wrist, I used to "I heart boobies"
They think my life a movie
I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie
I'm gettin' cheese, you a corn ball, pirates booty
Gun up in my pants (ayy)
I put the "K" in subi's (yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, I used to "I heart boobies"
They think my life a movie
I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a corn ball, pirates booty

Pro tool toter, he don't even reason or use logic
I use to wander 'round the mall, now I'm the hot topic
I'm stayin' modest, look me up on Yahoo
This ain't no happy ending, you got touched, no Shiatsu, we pop shit
If you got the proof, put it in the tapioca
Hoes tryna bubble to the tea, but I don't drink boba
Point me to who runs the stars, take your bitch to Bossanova
He put the draco in his name like he Big Soulja
I ain't no average joe, this Drac' came with a button
No net-beefin' before the fame, I grabbed the mic McCrudden
In my pantaloon pocket, got a real glutton
That boy a weasel, grab his hat, I told him, "Check my mink"
Ayy, ayy, raise your glass, I turn the wine pink
Make him blink, 182 diamonds, my mouth feel like a rink
Now they breathin' on me in the club, man these jits stink
Jew gave me the pen and said, "Show me", he gave the kid ink

Gun up in my pants (ayy)
I put the "K" in subi's (yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, I used to "I heart boobies"
They think my life a movie
I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a corn ball, pirates booty
Gun up in my pants (ayy, ayy)
I put the "K" in subi's (yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, I used to "I heart boobies"
They think my life a movie
I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a corn ball, pirates booty

In a sticky one, them boys flakey, this ain't baklava
You gambling with your life, I'm with some hoes playing baccarat
Paint a pic, so they feel it like Jean-Michel Basquiat
Oysters Rockefeller around my wrist, and that bih cost a yacht
If it's smoke, I'm bringing hickory, throw it off the dock
Chopper came with double D's, I'm tryna motor boat the opps
Them jits ass and they smokin' flakk
I'm steppin' in my bag and I ain't sellin' out, check the Birkenstock
She suck me like a algae eater, I'm a tank, yeah
Kombucha in my cup 'cause I don't even like to drink
If we spray, I'll leave 'em skunk
Bloody Mary, stop the stink
The real life fruit ninja , he was ridin' with a shank (ayy, ayy, ayy)
And Michael Myers was a Jew
Serving F-A-U Owls, I had the feds asking, "Who?"
That's a Glock .23, but this a catch-22
I left my jeweler on a sled (ayy)
They done let the Jew on the Skidoo

Gun up in my pants (ayy, ayy)
I put the "K" in subi's (ayy, yeah)
Rollie on my wrist (ayy, ayy), I used to "I heart boobies" (yeah)
They think my life a movie
I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (ayy)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a corn ball, pirates booty
Gun up in my pants (bow, bow)
I put the "K" in subi's (blah)
Rollie on my wrist, I used to "I heart boobies" (ayy)
They think my life a movie
I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a corn ball, pirates booty

Water
Long live Jew Shiesty, long live Charmane, man
Water
Jew on the Skidoo, yeah
Ayy, you know I slid, you know I uh huh
You know I dropped up out the school just to skate 'round with that tool
Exit 42 Jew, exit 42 Jew, yeah
Water, dreidel man, dreidel man, water

Written by:
Benjamin Landy Pavlon, Kiyan Vaughan, Nathaniel Ball, Rami Casey

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