BLP Kosher - Cheap Gas lyrics
BLP Kosher [Benjamin Landy-Pavlon] Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BLP Kosher - Cheap Gas lyrics]
Hee, hee, hee! I'm a rap dad
Fat ass Drac' on his hip
He don't want pressure, cheap gas
I call him Costco
Jews, BLP Kosher! Water
Ayy
They throwin' shade, Sukkot
Them boys sweet, glucose
That boy got pistol whipped right after
Tryna crack a Jew joke
I unlocked the cheat code, I'm gettin' bread
Brioche that choppa lingers 'round my body
Like a bad BO
Come to Florida you'll get seasick
Come to Broward catch a heat stroke
My name Kosher and I keep it
If it's beef I'm turnin' keto
Keep that metal orthopedic
Even tucked in my tuxedo
Santiago said he see it
Kept it realer since Camino (Ayy)
Gerber baby food
I turnt a dollar to Gazpacho
He don't want no pressure, cheap gas
I call him Costco
Jumped the fence and it was high
Do the most like I'm Tiago
I been running through the storm with
A 380 in my poncho (Ayy) extended mag
Curve with them ridges like a bear claw
He hangin' out the window with his
Tongue out like a damn dog
Water, you had one job
I'm clutchin' but I know nothin'
About them gun laws
Ayy, I feel like Slenderman, I scare crow
I met this bad one from Boca
But, I'm not fuckin' with her tone
'Cause, I don't look like Post Malone
Screenshot that money
As long as you don't post my loan
No Lashon Ha'Ra, please
We can't shoot the breeze
Cause, I might be the odd man out, Jubilee
Climbin' trees, late bloomer
Think I lost my sense of humor
Uncoordinated walkdowns
What the fuck round with these bloopers?
Water
Fat ass Drac' on his hip
He don't want pressure, cheap gas
I call him Costco
Jews, BLP Kosher! Water
Ayy
They throwin' shade, Sukkot
Them boys sweet, glucose
That boy got pistol whipped right after
Tryna crack a Jew joke
I unlocked the cheat code, I'm gettin' bread
Brioche that choppa lingers 'round my body
Like a bad BO
Come to Florida you'll get seasick
Come to Broward catch a heat stroke
My name Kosher and I keep it
If it's beef I'm turnin' keto
Keep that metal orthopedic
Even tucked in my tuxedo
Santiago said he see it
Kept it realer since Camino (Ayy)
Gerber baby food
I turnt a dollar to Gazpacho
He don't want no pressure, cheap gas
I call him Costco
Jumped the fence and it was high
Do the most like I'm Tiago
I been running through the storm with
A 380 in my poncho (Ayy) extended mag
Curve with them ridges like a bear claw
He hangin' out the window with his
Tongue out like a damn dog
Water, you had one job
I'm clutchin' but I know nothin'
About them gun laws
Ayy, I feel like Slenderman, I scare crow
I met this bad one from Boca
But, I'm not fuckin' with her tone
'Cause, I don't look like Post Malone
Screenshot that money
As long as you don't post my loan
No Lashon Ha'Ra, please
We can't shoot the breeze
Cause, I might be the odd man out, Jubilee
Climbin' trees, late bloomer
Think I lost my sense of humor
Uncoordinated walkdowns
What the fuck round with these bloopers?
Water