BLP KOSHER - Pub Sub

I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis
Smith and Wesson in my syllabus
Trigger finger, this bitch ticklish
Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list
'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this shit off the dome like Psoriasis
I be standin' on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist
And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, fuck it, I'll never go wireless

I got a special K, no ketamine
I'm at the club sober, sippin' grenadine
Same jits hatin' since I was hatin' seventeen
I keep a Drac', got a lot of enemies
And I'm smokin' all kind of of supremacy
I don't sip Hennessy
I wipe his nose the first time they gave Ben a drill
I get up in front of that mic a lot
You internet beef, I don't type a lot
They know Kosher, I'm good in the hood
But I don't ever be on writers block
I'ma swing the stick, I was once batter
Cracked the ball, I'm a one hatter
On my grind like Arto, I'm not Saari
I'm totin' that metal, them boys lacquer
I was with Bernstein at the Dutch pot
My money Irish like Buckshot
Bad bitch with a muffin top
She grab on my dick like a mutton chop
Me and Jew was scammin' Grubhub
I'm a Jew but it's one love
Still catch your ass lackin' in public
Come to Florida, grab a Pub' sub

I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis
Smith and Wesson in my syllabus
Trigger finger, this bitch ticklish
Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list
'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this shit off the dome like Psoriasis
I be standin' on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist
And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, fuck it, I'll never go wireless

I'm skatin' flat with a Glock in my hand
I flew to Cali, I came with a band
Seek out the road, I'ma shoot out the coupe
That lil' coolin' kit on me, I love all of my fans
Glock with a dick, it got gender dysphoria
They say they I make 'em cringe but they cornier
Took my lil' dog, I'ma go cop a rod and get justice, my name could have been Victoria
I'm seein' decimals, no Dewey
They thought I would drown but I swam to the buoy
I'm gettin' chicken like Huey Magoo's
I got a tooly, that wooly from Luey
Yo' shooter gon' shoot himself, how much yo' smacker make
Choppers spit, it got an aftertaste
I'm spreadin' love but I'm still gon' attract the hate
Fuck them boys, they tried to call me a castaway
You screamin' fuck the opps, I told 'em masturbate
I'ma go beat up the I
Everybody shot, we make sure that they vaccinate
We don't let nobody fly
I Cuban the dreidel, she callin' me Jewban
I took her to eat at Versailles
One foot on my board and one foot in the industry
If the feds hit me, I still won't comply

I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis
Smith and Wesson in my syllabus
Trigger finger, this bitch ticklish
Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list
'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this shit off the dome like Psoriasis
I be standin' on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist
And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, fuck it, I'll never go wireless

Written by:
Joesph Kim, Cesar Made, Benjamin Shimon Landy-Pavlon, Guilherme Cesar, Liz Silva

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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