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mazel tron - blp kosher & babytron lyrics

[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
sh*ttyboyz, dog sh*t militia
water, they let the dreidel in
they let me fly to cali, tron, where you at?
sh*t, 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 b*tches, 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 l!ck 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 b*tch 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 sh*t blasphemy
and free the legend 80s, i can’t lie, look up “veracity”
[verse 2: blp kosher & babytron]
dreidel gang and the sh*ttyboyz, 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 w*lly 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 b*tches, 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 l!ck 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 sh*ttin’ 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 sh*t militia, smoking cow manure
opp kebab, i introduce the stick and put them on a skewer
mentioning my d*mn dog, they won’t make it far
find ’em all and f*ck ’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 l!ck, taste like naan bread
this thirty clip common denominator, solvable
they want beef, but that’s beyond me, this sh*t impossible, water, ayy
[verse 4: blp kosher & babytron]
this jit be totin’ sticks and drums, but he don’t do percussion
f*ck a doppelganger, i’m the one who really do the stunting
k!ll a clown, i put it in the yoke, come grab an egg mcm*ffin
i can turn the car into a ufo just pressing b*ttons

[outro: blp kosher & babytron]
that b*tch felt like wimbledon, f*ck 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

- blp kosher babytron lyrics

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