Blp Kosher Tony Glock Lyrics

[Intro]
Fuelz got that heat

[Verse]
Diamond out the dirt, got my chain goin' ice fishing
Beams on the block, you come through like the red light district
Swang the f*ck up out my ride like I'm fly fishing
Lighthouse, point me to the cheese, that's a light mission
Goth hoes tryna taste blood, that's my ex teething
Two fifties, if you bite the bullet, then you breastfeeding
They tried to dim my dog light, I'll be the next beacon
Stepping in my Air Forces 'til them checks creasing
Swing the stick like it's Happy Gilmore
They hating on me while I'm packing shows, so I'ma fill more
And now they got me at the Fillmore
I'm booted up, I'm out my mind, I can't even feel more
Now I'm smoking dead opps, this ain't angel dust
Made it out the field, I went from grip thumb to paper cuts (Ayy) And if I hit the gas, there ain't no saving us
Put a bad bitch on maternity and leave, how she rake it up
They know I'm heaven-made, but I'm raising hell
Now I'm getting cheese, them boys waxing like it's Babybel
And I don't know nothing about the ADL
But all I know is this world would be f*cked without the Jews (It'd be f*cked, cracker)
And I don't like your character
I ain't coming in without my bitch, 380 Derringer
'Cause I'm a rod swinger, not no amateur
Hoes tryna f*ck me, I'll just send them to my manager
I'll go finger f*ck the Glock, then get a manicure
Banana clip, I call the shots, no banana phone
Now I'm shitting on these crackers, I know Amber heard me
Hundred rounds in my chop, leave that boy alone