Blp Kosher Digital Footprint Lyrics

[Intro: Palm Beach Pete]
This is Palm Beach Pete, and I'm on a side street
Off of Worth Avenue
And this is a shoutout to all my haters
And this is my neighborhood
So here I am
I'm not the other guy, I'm just Palm Beach Pete

[Chorus]
Water
I bleed concrete in these woodchips
In my moment of truth with a full clip
They done let the suburban out hood clips
Ayy, ayy ayy (Cracka)
You catch and release, I'ma cook shit (Ayy ayy)
Money caught a peacock bass like hook fish (Go, ayy ayy)
Green points in my gun, Brooklyn (Ayy ayy)
Cracka (Ayy ayy)
G-lock in my hat, push-pin
He just an internet stepper, he only ever left a digital footprint

[Verse]
Ayy, you ramblin'
f*ck yo bitch, then go to Flanigan's
I be in Palm Bеach, slime with the heat
If you think it's sweet, go to Tamarinе
Politic (Ayy ayy)
Hop out the coop, Anderson
I be on beef with damn near everybody
I can't even trust a mannequin
Cracka
My diamonds on Trax, no amethyst
Got them in the yolk, no scramblin' (Scramblin')
I'm ten toes down in sandalfoot
Pull up, orange cream the whip, mandarin
I took her to Flanigan's, she want a mandolin
I don't think that I'm agrees (At all)
Booster high, we got mangoes and hands in it
I don't even smoke trees
I'm at the nature preserve in Gumbo Limbo
In Florida, we save trees (Let's go)
I'm out of town I'm picking up loot, in Broward, we say, "cheese" (Cheddar)
Micky Mouse clip all on my nine, I call it Disney XD (Let's go)
You can't ever take me out the mud, bitch I'm in the Dead Sea (Cracka) Hollows stuffed all up in the clip, look like a sugar snap pea (Cracka)
Dreidel Man really out on a spin, I grew up doing back threes
I got gold on the ceiling for real, now I feel like The Black Keys
I really turn a cracka to Turks, p*ssy tryna wax me (Rah)
If he gets slimed out in Boca Raton, I might be the last thing he see (Cracka)
If somebody gets zapped in Deerfield Beach, the last thing he see is Z's
I shot his ass, then I stayed at the crib, I coulda' went to Tel Aviv (Cracka)
I popped the cracka then stuck around, I coulda' slid to Tennessee
Forty pop, there go the weasel
I'm with an opp bitch doing Kegels
Dogshit in my mouth, fecal
My dawg betrayed me out of all people
Wheat grinding, they was all feeble
I'm scratching the serial right off the Desert Eagle, now that's a bald eagle
I was staying in a hostel, now the lakeside crib peaceful
Stonemouth, no tonsils
Now when I facetime, jit gleeful
Pockets on Brandon Biebel
I'm in Philly, slide round with the ZzzQuil
I got it up in my beanie, there's something fishy in the air, no seagull

[Chorus]
Water
I bleed concrete in these woodchips
In my moment of truth with a full clip
They done let the suburban out hood clips
Ayy, ayy ayy (Cracka)
You catch and release, I'ma cook shit (Ayy ayy)
Money caught a peacock bass like hook fish (Go, ayy ayy)
Green points in my gun, Brooklyn (Ayy ayy)
Cracka (Ayy ayy)
G-lock in my hat, push-pin
He just an internet stepper, he only ever left a digital footprint (Footprint)