[Intro: BLP KOSHER]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Supreme on the beat)
Water, ayy
Duh-duh-duh

[Verse 1: BLP KOSHER]
Thai food, I paint the city red and shoot shit like I'm Curry
The way I rap, Helen Keller probably fuckin' heard me
Forty out the gate, came out the roof, that demolition derby
Demogorgon out the Drac', that's a big-ass dirty thirty
He want smoke, surround that boy with water, come to the peninsula
I used to sin, but now my life a movie, I don't wanna sin no more
I got 'em tired of that lil' gas, Ashkenazis in the cut
They say Jewpac back, hit 'em up
Extendo camе from Houston, everything bigger in Tеxas
Bendin' all these fuck crackers' block like it's Perplexus
Every man for themselves, so why you think my chopper sexist?
I could shoot all them boys, no court 'cause I'm a weapon
I grab the Visa card and then I peel the car
Zach put ice around my neck, I guess I'm 'bout to be a star
And when I teach these people how to step, they spread they feet apart
Opp whores, I see them through the scope, they wearin' leotards
Brother of a villain, the rap reptilian
Tried to sit me down, I'm jumpin' over benches, Stevie Williams
Layin' all my opps for all the times I napped inside pavilions
If I don't like what's on the table, then I flip it, Keenan Milton
That Glock go yodelayheehoo, but I ain't Amish, Ashkenazi
Yeah, that thirty on my hip, it's stuck to me like it's epoxied
Her daddy hate who? I'm smokin' deadass Nazis
There's security at the gate, but ain't nobody that gon' stop me
Them boys folded, I could crack 'em like an egg, but I'ma let them slide
Anti-dreidel, Judeophobic, get they ass desensitized
Tell the opps, "I'm 'bout to bust your ass, you need exercise"
Opp hoes, I'm goin' Kevin Gates, they call it sexercise
[Verse 2: Trapland Pat]
Yeah, it's been a lot on my plate, it's time to do the dishes (Yeah, yeah)
It's gon' be a whole lot of traffic on this road to riches (Skrrt, skrrt)
I mix the high with the raw, but I ain't fill no bucket up with fishes (Duh-duh-duh)
Every bitch I come across gon' tote a broom, but I won't deal with witches (Woah)
My main man just got jammed for a first-degree
It's just me and BLP, best keep it G, is you gon' keep it P? (Shh)
He don't wanna rap, just wanna spin just like a DVD (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh)
I'm at the roundtable, once you stable, you could eat with me (Come and eat)
Yeah, Deerfield Beach, we 'bout to kick the door (Deerfeild)
Them boys went to stinkin' up the place, put 'em in the floor
Jackland, stamp that AirTag on my favorite ho
She be trippin' when I come around glitchin', make me want her more
Yeah, we got this shit for sale, what you want, the floor?
I'm with my favorite Jew, if you ain't know, now I bet you know
Every time we get the ball, I call a play and let my Jew score
They gon' remember us for years, how we write like Edgar Allen Poe (Water)

[Verse 3: BLP KOSHER]
Them boys Edgar Allen, poor-ass jit, this ain't a pun
I know nothin' 'bout the NRA, but I still keep a gun
I'm from Exit 42, but rock out like Sum 41
I took an L, but now that boy a W man, he fuckin' won
Potato on the chop, tell 'em, "I love you a latke" (Yeah)
This my third time back around, I hit the curb like Sandy Baca
Pray I won't have to relieve, tryna release my inner chakra
Hit them roaches with them raids, watch 'em scat, La Cucaracha
[Verse 4: Trapland Pat]
Yeah, cross the pier off 42, you know how we do
I don't even gotta touch my old stash, all this money new
Rockefeller, tryna go platinum just like DJ Clue
Penthouse floor, you got the dough, then you can pick a view
Ain't tryna get no papercut, better off usin' the money counter
He ain't follow through with his move, I hit him with a counter
Your wrist game weak, drop an onion, bet my cookie rounder
If you ain't Exit 41 or 42, then you an out-of-towner (Duh-duh-duh)