BLP Kosher - J's & Z's (feat. Trapland Pat) lyrics

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat
Supreme on the beat! Water, ayy
Duh
Duh
Duh

Thai food, I paint the city red and
Shoot shit like I'm Curry the way I rap
Helen Keller probably fuckin' heard me
Forty out the gate, came out the roof
 that demolition derby
Demogorgon out the Drac'
That's a big-ass dirty thirty
He want smoke, surround that boy with water
Come to the peninsula
I used to sin, but now my life a movie
I don't wanna sin no more
I got 'em tired of that lil' gas
Ashkenazis in the cut
They say Jewpac back, hit 'em up
Extendo camе from Houston


Everything bigger in Tеxas
Bendin' all these fuck crackers'
Block like it's Perplexus
Every man for themselves
So why you think my chopper sexist?
I could shoot all them boys
No court 'cause I'm a weapon
I grab the Visa card and then I peel the car
Zach put ice around my neck
I guess I'm 'bout to be a star
And when I teach these people how to step
They spread they feet apart
Opp whores, I see them through the scope
They wearin' leotards
Brother of a villain, the rap reptilian
Tried to sit me down
I'm jumpin' over benches, stevie Williams
Layin' all my opps for all the
Times I napped inside pavilions
If I don't like what's on the
Table, then I flip it, keenan Milton
That Glock go yodelayheehoo, but
I ain't Amish, ashkenazi
Yeah, that thirty on my hip
It's stuck to me like it's epoxied
Her daddy hate who? I'm smokin' deadass Nazis
There's security at the gate
But ain't nobody that gon' stop me
Them boys folded, I could crack
'em like an egg, but I'ma let them slide
Anti-dreidel, Judeophobic
Get they ass desensitized
Tell the opps, "I'm 'bout to bust your ass
You need exercise"
Opp hoes, I'm goin' Kevin Gates
They call it sexercise

Yeah, it's been a lot on my plate
It's time to do the dishes (yeah, yeah)
It's gon' be a whole lot of
Traffic on this road to riches
(Skrrt, skrrt) i mix the high with the raw
But I ain't fill no bucket up with fishes
(Duh duh duh)
Every bitch I come across gon' tote a broom
But I won't deal with witches (Woah)
My main man just got
Jammed for a first-degree
It's just me and BLP, best keep it G
Is you gon' keep it P? (Shh)
He don't wanna rap
Just wanna spin just like a DVD
(Duh duh duh, duh duh duh)
I'm at the roundtable, once you stable
You could eat with me (Come and eat)
Yeah, Deerfield Beach
We 'bout to kick the door (Deerfeild)
Them boys went to stinkin' up the place
Put 'em in the floor
Jackland, stamp that AirTag on my favorite ho
She be trippin' when I come around glitchin'
Make me want her more
Yeah, we got this shit for
Sale, what you want, the floor?
I'm with my favorite Jew, if you ain't know
Now I bet you know
Every time we get the ball
I call a play and let my Jew score
They gon' remember us for years
How we write like Edgar Allen Poe (Water)

Them boys Edgar Allen, poor-ass jit
This ain't a pun
I know nothin' 'bout the NRA
But I still keep a gun
I'm from Exit 42, but rock out like Sum 41
I took an L, but now that boy a W man
He fuckin' won potato on the chop, tell 'em
"I love you a latke" (yeah)
This my third time back around
I hit the curb like Sandy Baca
Pray I won't have to relieve
Tryna release my inner chakra
Hit them roaches with them
Raids, watch 'em scat, la Cucaracha

Yeah, cross the pier off 42
You know how we do
I don't even gotta touch my old stash
All this money new
Rockefeller, tryna go platinum just
Like DJ Clue
Penthouse floor, you got the dough
Then you can pick a view
Ain't tryna get no papercut
Better off usin' the money counter
He ain't follow through with his move
I hit him with a counter
Your wrist game weak, drop an onion
Bet my cookie rounder
If you ain't Exit 41 or 42
Then you an out-of-towner (Duh duh duh)