BLP Kosher - 6 Foot 7 Foot Freestyle (On The Radar) lyrics

Mhm, 42 blocks, Aztro in the cut
I'ma teach you how to rock, aye

She be givin' top with no teeth
Call her tooth fairy
And I'm strapped up with a Glock
But ion got concealed carry
I ain't playing cat & mouse
Fuck I look like, Tom & Jerry?
This my homegirl's Pro Model's
Ain't no dang Sperry's
I be getting to the cheese
You can call me, baby dairy
I'ma give my watch to my lil'
Dog and switch out for canary
I got lots of bars to spit
But ion need no dictionary
Only goin' one direction with these styles
Call me, Harry

Hurricane Dorian wilton Manors, Ryan Miller


And I ain't never dropping fillers
Mama told me I should be an actor
Feel like Ben Stiller
I remember they would doubt me
Now they trying to reconsider
All of them boys fake, like cartoon
King of the Hill florida water dripping
But, I'm not from Zephyrhills
I'm trying to hit Dior store
I'm tired of Goodwill
All you crackers trying way too dang hard
It's overkill
Ay, switched up on me and they hit
Me back but I don't reunite
People tryna argue with me, dawg, yeah
They love to fight
Just accept it if you wrong, cracker
Stop trying to be right
Hell yeah, I'm a feminist
I stand for women's rights
And if she's with me, then
She's a queen, cracker, damn right
How you call me Captain Save-A-Hoe but
You live a cuffed life?
Ion even know what simping is
But that is not nice
I think you should worry about
Yourself and your unhappy wife

She be givin' top with no teeth
Call her tooth fairy
And I'm strapped up with a Glock
But ion got concealed carry
I ain't playing cat & mouse
Fuck I look like, Tom & Jerry?
This my homegirl's Pro Model's
Ain't no dang Sperry's
I be getting to the cheese
You can call me, baby dairy
I'ma get my watch to my lil'
Dog and switch off for canary
I got lots of bars to spit
But ion need no dictionary
Only goin' one direction with these styles
Call me, Harry

Rocking like a bandit, purple
Got it in my gurdle
Looking at me crazy, cracker
You look like a fucking gerbil
I don't skate no rails, cracker
Sacking tryna stay fertile
Peep that blue and red
I had to shake a cracker on Commercial
You ain't e'en making moves, then
Don't talk to me, I'm nonverbal
All you crackers ass at making music
Y'all might need rehearsals
He want smoke but he ain't check the temp
Just let him know it's thermal
Bulldozer, I be running through shit
So fuck a hurdle everybody tryna hate
Suck the vein off my dick
I had to lay low for a lil'
Peace but now I'm back and shit
Police ask me questions, call
Me Ryan Sheckler, tell a fib
Just in case they look for my
Utensils 'fore I really dip
Ay, he a big dawg
Barking but don't wanna bite
I'll burn a cracker ass like hibachi rice
Ay, BLP Vlox, jit they dead to lice
Fuck around with my dawg, walk the plank
Now you a sacrifice
Cracker is a baser, clout chaser
Hit the couch with one
Acting like a toddler, situation
I can't vouch for none
How the fuck you saying that's your
Girl but she call me hun'
Talkin' bout they mullets and mohawks
Them cracker buns
Hippopotamus, my brand new llama
Hotter than the Sun I'm a Jew
I'm tryna be exotic but a different one
Oompa Loompa status that's a
Rachet little dirty pump
Deep sea outing, fuck my O-Glock, a salty gun

She be givin' top with no teeth
Call her tooth fairy
And I'm strapped up with a Glock
But ion got concealed carry
I ain't playing cat & mouse
Fuck I look like, Tom & Jerry?
This my homegirl's Pro Model's
Ain't no dang Sperry's
I be getting to the cheese
You can call me, baby dairy
I'ma get my watch to my lil'
Dog and switch off for canary
I got lots of bars to spit
But ion need no dictionary
Only goin' one direction with these styles
Call me, Harry

I'm getting to the cookies
Choppa got barnacles, cookies
Cracker getting to the cookies
Choppa got barnacles on it
I'm getting cookies not a rookie
Nah, I'm not a fucking rookie