BLP Kosher - Gravestalker lyrics
BLP Kosher [Benjamin Landy-Pavlon] Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BLP Kosher - Gravestalker lyrics]
My True Religion pockets sealed
I won't go back to Old Navy
I don't give a f**k, they
Hate me, we rock out, no Ukulele
I put it on my Z
Trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryin' to beef with me
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
Still duckin'
I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil' before I popped
Nobody made me
Y'all square, thuggin' backwards
He was gangbanging fakie
Tampa Bay, i'm with them Buccaneers but I
Don't talk to Brady
They say they shank me, ask 'em
"Which blade?" i peep shit like Lil Tracy
Bad bitch from the field, she got rabies
Flip the Benz, I ain't surf on no Mercedes
I'm on Broadway like DaBaby
Now why the f**k they tryin' to play me?
It ain't beef Slim Jim, this Slim Shady
Hunnid rounds in my lady
And she came from the Bay, the bitch many
Dump a bag of bones
How the f**k they try to bang me?
Gun came with a ray I put
The double m in Gamma
My chest be speeding like I'm
Earnhardt do the dale
Sometimes it be off the dome and
Sometimes I use proper stanzas
And don't use shiesty's name in
Vein, f**k the fame, i'll go to jail
Hold it like a VX1000, this chopper Japanese
I told my security
I'll probably up my shit before
They throwin' rocks I'll start a big
Bang but that's not my belief
I grabbed the mic
I'm rippin' it off the muscle
Now I tour myself
My True Religion pockets sealed
I won't go back to Old Navy
I don't give a f**k, they
Hate me, we rock out, no Ukulele
I put it on my Z
Trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryin' to beef with me
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
Still duckin'
I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil' before I popped
Nobody made me
Y'all square, thuggin' backwards
He was gangbanging fakie
Stalk him 'til it's gravy
I won't go back to Old Navy
I don't give a f**k, they
Hate me, we rock out, no Ukulele
I put it on my Z
Trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryin' to beef with me
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
Still duckin'
I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil' before I popped
Nobody made me
Y'all square, thuggin' backwards
He was gangbanging fakie
Tampa Bay, i'm with them Buccaneers but I
Don't talk to Brady
They say they shank me, ask 'em
"Which blade?" i peep shit like Lil Tracy
Bad bitch from the field, she got rabies
Flip the Benz, I ain't surf on no Mercedes
I'm on Broadway like DaBaby
Now why the f**k they tryin' to play me?
It ain't beef Slim Jim, this Slim Shady
Hunnid rounds in my lady
And she came from the Bay, the bitch many
Dump a bag of bones
How the f**k they try to bang me?
Gun came with a ray I put
The double m in Gamma
My chest be speeding like I'm
Earnhardt do the dale
Sometimes it be off the dome and
Sometimes I use proper stanzas
And don't use shiesty's name in
Vein, f**k the fame, i'll go to jail
Hold it like a VX1000, this chopper Japanese
I told my security
I'll probably up my shit before
They throwin' rocks I'll start a big
Bang but that's not my belief
I grabbed the mic
I'm rippin' it off the muscle
Now I tour myself
My True Religion pockets sealed
I won't go back to Old Navy
I don't give a f**k, they
Hate me, we rock out, no Ukulele
I put it on my Z
Trapland just came back from Haiti
They keep tryin' to beef with me
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
I'm finna stalk 'em 'til it's gravy
Still duckin'
I had to burn that bridge in Davie
I turned down a couple mil' before I popped
Nobody made me
Y'all square, thuggin' backwards
He was gangbanging fakie
Stalk him 'til it's gravy
