BLP Kosher - Mazel Tron (feat. BabyTron) lyrics

Ayy, Kosher, you know how to play tennis?
I don't know how to play
But we can go back to back
Alright, it’s on! ShittyBoyz
Dog Shit Militia
Water, they let the dreidel in!
They let me fly to Cali, Tron, where you at?
Shit, I'm pullin' up to the court right now
Long live $cams, Water, ayy

They say I’m the GOAT, new drip
Where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie
Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk
I ain't Irish, but my money doublin'
Grab a shamrock
I ain't trickin' with you bitches
Pockets came with padlocks
They thought that I was fantasizing
Showed 'em that I can pop
Grew my hair down to my shoulders
Fan thought I was Matt Ox


Jump a fence and get my lick
Back like this The Sandlot
Tell them boys to quit the lying
Living life on caps lock

Florida to the Mitten, SBDSM X BLP
You a burger with some ham minus cheese
You a BLT
Tables, ladders, chairs, it get extreme
We creep like TLC
You gon' catch some legal bullets, boy
I got a CLP
Oops, I mean CPL, my driver got a CDL
Why this bitch be preachin’ like she real
But got a BBL?
If I ever fell off, it was on a trampoline
How I walk out with it on
You would’ve thought it's fashion week
Off Runtz, defying gravity
The Wraith look like a galaxy
My shooter throw his hoodie on and score
Carmelo Anthony was in school
I had that bag on me with
More pape’ than the faculty
Boy, you grown without a strategy
That's really just a tragedy
Rolled a seven in the Jungo leaf
That's max capacity
They left me in the jungle in the rain
Ain't have a canopy jugg Messiah
I’m your majesty or that shit blasphemy
And free the legend 80s, I can't lie
Look up "Veracity"

Dreidel Gang and the ShittyBoyz
I call it "Mazel Tron" feeling like Kareem
I'm throwing hooks with Carti' goggles on
I let this chopper chow down
The same diet as Donkey Kong
Rap the golden ticket
I ain't see a Willy Wonka bar

They say I'm the GOAT, new drip
Where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie
Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk
I ain't Irish, but my money doublin'
Grab a shamrock
I ain't trickin' with you bitches
Pockets came with padlocks
They thought that I was fantasizing
Showed 'em that I can pop
Grew my hair down to my shoulders
Fan thought I was Matt Ox
Jump a fence and get my lick
Back like this The Sandlot
Tell them boys to quit the lying
Living life on caps lock

Lunch lady leftovers
He shittin' on his haters
Flip an opp, no Yoshi Tanenbaum
Glock came with a laser
Two-two then I Tommy Wright I I I, tell 'em
"Meet your maker"
Pulling capers, I was at La Quinta
I just left The Breakers
They thought I was a con
Made it out the sewer, I'm a connoisseur
Me and BabyTron just hit the city
Feel like Zeke and Luther
Touch down with the Dog Shit Militia
Smoking cow manure opp kebab
I introduce the stick and put
Them on a skewer mentioning my damn dog
They won't make it far
Find 'em all and fuck 'em over like a bad A&R
Make 'em jump, Van Halen, we could rock out
No guitar
Let that iron duel like the Renaissance
Who tryna spar?
I'm getting rich, them boys non-rich
Opp 'gar, that's a lick
Taste like naan bread
This thirty clip common denominator, solvable
They want beef, but, that's beyond
Me, this shit impossible, water, ayy

This jit be totin' sticks and drums
But he don't do percussion
Fuck a doppelganger
I'm the one who really do the stunting
Kill a clown, I put it in the yoke
Come grab an Egg McMuffin
I can turn the car into
A UFO just pressing buttons

They say I'm the GOAT, new drip
Where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie
Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk
I ain't Irish, but my money doublin'
Grab a shamrock
I ain't trickin' with you bitches
Pockets came with padlocks
They thought that I was fantasizing
Showed 'em that I can pop
Grew my hair down to my shoulders
Fan thought I was Matt Ox
Jump a fence and get my lick
Back like this The Sandlot
Tell them boys to quit the lying
Living life on caps lock

That bitch felt like Wimbledon
Fuck around and broke a lil' sweat
Man, what? I'm finna go
Break the money counter
Don't break your legs slipping
Behind this drip