[ Featuring BLP KOSHER ]
Uh, uh
Waddlltt, ayy, ayy
Uh-uh
Rugrat, that's that YC (Rugrat, that's that YC)
(ayy, Xair, you made this bitch?)
Yeah, huh, huh (I'm the GOAT, I don't give a f*ck, ayy)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Man, man)
Yeah (Rugrat)
A white boy with a big stick, call me Cracker Barrel (call me-, ayy)
Know we get them loads in, get 'em out of there (ayy, ayy)
I been servin' straight pies like the state fair (like the state fair)
Still baggin' up, I told 'em, "I'm on the way there" (I'm on the way there)
12 done hit the wrong crib, I don't even stay here (I don't even stay there)
I was dealt a bad hand, that's why I don't ever play fair
Left they ass bleedin' like the motherf*ckin' steak rare (waddlltt, ayy)
Life card holder, I'll shoot you with my wallet (ha, ha, ha)
Cheap gas, I'm at the rocket, runnin' beef just like the Sonic (ayy)
It's still Nazi pack, even though I'm sober, I'll be honest
But when a opp die, I'm smokin' big doinks in Amish (ayy)
Put a bounty on your head, I'm the quicker picker-upper (come on)
This shit way worse than Hurricane Milton, like where the shutters?
It's rainin' hornities, check the forecast (forecast)
And if money comes from trees, then I'm the Lorax (ayy)
The fam' still gettin' fed if I go fed (on God)
Still runnin' money up, even with no legs (Waddlltt)
I'm with Kosher, we gon' keep it kosher, I'm all 'bout my bread ('bout my cheese)
I'm in Boulder, smokin' strong like boulders, gettin' to my head
Eight deep with eight flames, this shit look like Hanukkah (come on)
Drop a bag on his head, somethin' like a yamaka (huh-uh)
Up the chopper, get to blowin', call that bitch Harmonica (frrt, frrt)
I done bulletproofed the Lamb', nah this ain't no Cybertruck (buh-buh)
I was flat-footed, now I step like Dr. Scholl's (ayy)
Blues in my f*ckin' purple jeans, now my pockets swole (the f*ck?)
Them boys swipin' on Bumble, I brought the birds to the bees (huh?)
I let off 19 out the Glock, I only tote .23s (.23s)
Broward County, Palm Beach, yeah, pine trees
Broward County, Palm Beach, Limestone Creek
Asphalt, yacht club, bitch, I'm concrete (Concrete)
She suckin' dick like it's a sport, American Top Team (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
She eat the dick like it's a sport, the way she top the team
Off a Perc', crash the vert, then went and copped the beam
Talkin' cheap, gotta pay the price to talk to me (talk to me)
Put that ho in double C, yeah, you done bought her Shein (bought her Shein)
I'm a Jew, but I tilt my hat to all them Z's (ayy, ayy)
Swastika on your face where my target be (uh, uh)
Catch a f*ck cracker flaggin', now he smithereens
Waddlltt, too much sauce, uh, Paula Dean
Uh-huh, put the sausage on her bun, somethin' like Jimmy Dean (come on)
That boy pourin' green up, somethin' like Listerine (what the f*ck?)
Serve a bald cracker white, call him Mr. Clean, huh
X got my eyes wide, look like Mr. Bean (come on)
I'm tryna smoke a cracker boots, huh, Doc Marten (huh-huh)
Twin Glocks look like GloRilla and K Carbon (uh, K Carbon)
I was rollin' dollies, I think I can talk, bitch, pardon (yeah)
Put that fire to your lip like a Bic sparkin' (waddlltt)
Uh-huh, yeah, word to them YC's, mhm
Ayy, on the whole L, man, free 3, man
I'm in this bitch, man, what?
They ain't even up, man, what? (Waddlltt)
We the hottest crackers in Florida, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Uh-uh-uh, f*ck cracker, f*ck, uh-uh)
Waddllt (yeah, uh-huh, on-, yeah)
Catch a f*ck cracker-, huh, smithereens
I brought-, ayy, waddlltt, uh
Free Scrap, free that big Z
