[Intro: BabyTron & BLP Kosher] Ayy, Kosher, you know how to play tennis? I don't know how to play, but we can go back to back Alright, this time 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 [Chorus: BLP Kosher & BabyTron] 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 doubling, 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 [Verse 1: BabyTron] 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" You might also like Jew On The Canoe BLP Kosher The Nac 2 BLP Kosher Search & Rescue Drake [Verse 2: BLP Kosher & BabyTron] 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 [Chorus: BLP Kosher & BabyTron] 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 doubling, 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 [Verse 3: BLP Kosher] 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 III, 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 [Verse 4: BLP Kosher & BabyTron] 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 [Chorus: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron] 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 doubling, 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 [Outro: BLP Kosher & BabyTron] 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
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[Intro: BabyTron & BLP Kosher]
Ayy, Kosher, you know how to play tennis?
I don't know how to play, but we can go back to back
Alright, this time
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
[Chorus: BLP Kosher & BabyTron]
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 doubling, 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
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
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"
You might also like
Jew On The Canoe
BLP Kosher
The Nac 2
BLP Kosher
Search & Rescue
Drake
[Verse 2: BLP Kosher & BabyTron]
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
[Chorus: BLP Kosher & BabyTron]
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 doubling, 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
[Verse 3: BLP Kosher]
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 III, 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
[Verse 4: BLP Kosher & BabyTron]
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
[Chorus: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron]
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 doubling, 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
[Outro: BLP Kosher & BabyTron]
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
Thanks
Welcome
Whats the name of the sound at the start thats plays 3 times pauses and then plays again
bass duh
it’s a moog type bass just modify one until you got it right
bow bow bow
But it’s a special imported from Cambodia.
It's a Detroit style bass. Found in alot of Chicago type beats.