Blp Kosher Concrete Jungle Lyrics

[Intro]
I got that banger, wild like an Egyptian
I can do this shit with no effort, I feel like Antwuan Dixon
Waterrr, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy
Ayy, dreidel man, ayy-ayy-ayy

[Chorus]
Uh, pull up presidential like the f*ckin' Pope Francis
Cracka stackin' since a jit, all I know is tote cannon (Cracka)
Yellow bricks, hit the road, now I'm doin' shows in Kansas
Choppa with a blade, call it Brian ''Slash'' Hansen
Cracka hop up out the whip, all I know is swang a door
I went to sleep for dinner, like every day was Yom Kippur
LLC, I'm standin' on it, I swear they don't know the lore
I buck the jack, we ain't dyin' by the same sword

[Verse 1]
He went to livin', almost died, I smell blood, bitch, I'm this clean
Come through flushin' down the block to leave a mark, cracka Nick Sting
And lately I'vе been thinkin' 'bout my life ('Bout my life)
And lately I'vе been grippin' on this pipe, yeah
This bih told me I disgust her, my gross income looking nice
They diss the dead like Jew done prolly f*cked the dog shit out they wife
They shot my dawg and then they cuffed him, they were 'posed to save his life
And I'm from Broward, not Miami, make sure that they get it right (Get it right)

[Chorus]
Uh, pull up presidential like the f*ckin' Pope Francis
Cracka stackin' since a jit, all I know is tote cannon (Cracka)
Yellow bricks, hit the road, now I'm doin' shows in Kansas Choppa with a blade, call it Brian ''Slash'' Hansen
Cracka hop up out the whip, all I know is swang a door
I went to sleep for dinner, like every day was Yom Kippur
LLC, I'm standin' on it, I swear they don't know the lore
I buck the jack, we ain't dyin' by the same sword

[Verse 2]
And lately I've been tryna rock the ice more, but not in Holland
Lately I've been tryna bless the mic more, no Capaldi
Arrow in your ass, you [?]
They told me, ''Ease up on that Jewish shit'', that's when I tune it up, and tool it up (Ouh-yeah)
Do a mag in the dully truck
Two dicks up on the Glock look just like me, put your wooly up
p*ssy, better take me out my ice, call me Kiké
I'm shootin' up the hearse after I take your life, f*ck cracka

[Chorus]
Uh, pull up presidential like the f*ckin' Pope Francis
Cracka stackin' since a jit, all I know is tote cannon (Cracka)
Yellow bricks, hit the road, now I'm doin' shows in Kansas
Choppa with a blade, call it Brian ''Slash'' Hansen
Cracka hop up out the whip, all I know is swang a door
I went to sleep for dinner, like every day was Yom Kippur
LLC, I'm standin' on it, I swear they don't know the lore
I buck the jack, we ain't dyin' by the same sword

[Outro]
Waterrr, man, Dreidel Gang, LLC, LLG
f*ck a cracka, man
Big dreidel, active 42 jew
They know exactly what the business is
Dreidel Gang, waterrr, ayy