
the fcat - blp kosher lyrics
[chorus]
pop sh*t, hit ’em with the drum kit
coolin’ kit came with a fifty on some f*ck sh*t
big glizzy in the k!ll like [?]
six*two shootin’ at the wall, we don’t duck, jit
black diamonds gave me grip thumb, like, what’s this?
tote lead but i don’t mall grab, rock truck fit
crack glass, poke a door, no lock smith
bad b*tch, she don’t d*ck ride, cracker c*ck kiss
[verse 1]
hop up out the whip, gave that boy a spray tan
pull up with the ratchet, let it clap, boo haman
it ain’t nothin’ to cut that b*tch off with the same hand
two chains movin’ with them rounds, they some k camp
d*mn, and sh*t that leave them flatten, let the bih blow
[?] tryna stack clips with lil sisco
my b*tch she a snack, look like nabisco
d*mn, spin a cracker block, dj frisco
[chorus]
pop sh*t, hit ’em with the drum kit
coolin’ kit came with a fifty on some f*ck sh*t
big glizzy in the k!ll like [?]
six*two shootin’ at thе wall, we don’t duck, jit
black diamonds gave me grip thumb, likе, what’s this?
tote lead but i don’t mall grab, rock truck fit
crack glass, poke a door, no lock smith
bad b*tch, she don’t d*ck ride, cracker c*ck kiss
[verse 2]
what it is though?
[?] let her know, let your b*tch go
kiss the ground, we in the land
if katy perry went to sp*ce, then i can pull up bands
so much sh*lls on the ground, he think we catchin’ clams
crackers top, it hurts good, john mellencamp
grab the mic, jack the plane, i won’t
aye, grab the mic, jack the plane, i won’t never land
try to shank me in the leg, i had to skirt the lamb
i’m shooting sh*t with cole bennett, f*ck your camera man
i spun the glock like a pro, but that’s not who i am
it coulda been different but i ain’t make it [?]
but i ain’t even make it past the fcat
them boys hot and i done peeped that no lens cap
i was in a sticky one, no s*x wax
i don’t text back, send subs watch i send back, head tap
[chorus]
pop sh*t, hit ’em with the drum kit
coolin’ kit came with a fifty on some f*ck sh*t
big glizzy in the k!ll like [?]
six*two shootin’ at the wall, we don’t duck, jit
black diamonds gave me grip thumb, like, what’s this?
tote lead but i don’t mall grab, rock truck fit
crack glass, poke a door, no lock smith
bad b*tch, she don’t d*ck ride, cracker c*ck kiss
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