Blp Kosher Young Padawan Lyrics

[Chorus]
If Sydney Sweeney cancel this shit then my jeans will get a cracker gone
Yo bitch call me Pierre-Luc, I'm who she gaggin' on
Go get that cheese young padawan
Think the Glock came wit' a light, I had to add it on
Twin clips, that's her blood sister
Imma finger f*ck the Glock till I get blood blisters
Now we f*cking all type of ways, think we playing Twister
Thick shit, I'm talking headlock like I'm Imogen Heap

[Verse]
I'm 25, I need a wife, shit I'm yet to see
There's plenty fish up in that dirty water, check the seven seas
She could cheat on him, she'll do the same shit to you and me
Anything with legs these hoes would f*ck, Assy Magee
Bih, gon find a gloryhole
I ain't tryna talk it's way too early to have my story told
I'm still talking to the dead, I walk through these memorials
The opps bank froze, crackers touching cold hard cash
I'd sign a bill of sale before a record deal, cracker tryna last
They say the opps white passing, I don't get a pass
You got a big mouth full of plaque
Scratch that, I'm tryna have a big house full of plaques
Like you ain't hear a word I said when I dropped Hour Glass
My momma even told me to clutch the gun, I had to lie on the lap
Bad shit, she got a big blouse full of ass
I told her I don't need to pop a perc to take a power nap
If she a thot I go get me a new girl, how bout that
He rap shit off the dome you think it's Juice Wrld coming back
Flash his ass last seen him saw me two curls then I tapped
[?] too legit, you smack hers no flat as that (Waterrrr) I'm that the pickle barrel by the spy spot
Zach whacking that and I'll teach you how to fly swat
I'm writing everything I rap, no Rhymebot
Some young guy got my glizzy at the Thai spot
I'm on Exit 39 bitch I let the K go like Gotti
I got the bands I'm in the Yo but I ain't signed to Gotti
Trust my little shooter he'll figure shit out with that Tommy
40 Glock, Johnson shots feel like I'm OG Bobby
Crack the glass on the ground like I'm getting engaged
Jit fire on me brown, swing my rock through the haze
I bought that shit in Tater time, potato came with the K
You got a chip up on your shoulder, jit you play then he lay
Cracker life fell apart you can't blame the Jews
Left pocket full of seaweed, what that green do
Hunnid ball in my mouth, I got Bonnie Blue's
Knock a cracker down and pick him up, make him tie his shoes
If she all about that bass, we gonna Meghan Trainor
Shoot a cracker in the face, talk about it later
Get a lacing like I'm Jason, I'm with rap's trainer
Smoking on a dead painter that's a no brainer
(Waterrr, Dreidel Man)

[Chorus]
If Sydney Sweeney cancel this shit then my jeans will get a cracker gone
Yo bitch call me Pierre-Luc, I'm who she gaggin' on
Go get that cheese young padawan
Think the Glock came wit' a light, I had to add it on
Twin clips, that's her blood sister
Imma finger f*ck the Glock till I get blood blisters
Now we f*cking all type of ways, think we playing Twister
Thick shit, I'm talking headlock like I'm Imogen Heap