You know Rami run that shit up
Them boys flat earthers
We spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chop, but now he best believe
I'm a crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet
They tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet
Money large, whole wheat
They hit the ground like Jake Brown
I sent the opps fifty feet
Water
Catch a opp, then exercise the 2nd amendment right that I don't have
Life a highway, I drive like a rascal, I ain't catching flats
Only time I cut corners is the curb, watch me skirt the black
On the tour bus, used to ask for rides from home from Tamarac
I took that bitch to Mr. Chow, you took that hoe to Shake Shack
My homeboy had a ego death, and he ain't get the shake back
Ask me if I'm really a Jew, why the f*ck would I fake that?
Started a whole career, and I did it all in the same hat
I carry pistols like I'm licensed, every hat was righteous
Nitro circus, midlife crisis like JELEEL, I'm biking
That boy a gangster in the macro world, you are not a Viking
They keep tryna beef with me, I'm a mothaf*ckin' bison
They were throwin' shade to the tree house, got struck by lightning
Your favorite rapper ass, rappin' shit that other people writin'
He went to the loch and he ain't see his money back
My bitch got an onion booty, you can keep the honey pack
Golden ticket on his top, show them what the slug worth
I put money in the smoke, I feel like burner and I keep one
And that bitch for the streets and the suburbs (water)
I'm f*cking anything with legs, bitch, murder
Them boys flat earthers
We spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chop, but now he best believe
I'm a crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet
They tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet
Money large, whole wheat
He hit the ground like Jake Brown
I sent the opps fifty feet
Water
Big Dreidel, Big Dreidel
I'm the motherf*ckin' Dreidel Man
Water, uh, uh, ayy, ayy
Put a hole in a cracker, I'm the bagel man
BLP KOSHER - Same Hat Lyrics
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You know Rami run that shit up
Them boys flat earthers
We spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chop, but now he best believe
I'm a crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet
They tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet
Money large, whole wheat
They hit the ground like Jake Brown
I sent the opps fifty feet
Water
Catch a opp, then exercise the 2nd amendment right that I don't have
Life a highway, I drive like a rascal, I ain't catching flats
Only time I cut corners is the curb, watch me skirt the black
On the tour bus, used to ask for rides from home from Tamarac
I took that bitch to Mr. Chow, you took that hoe to Shake Shack
My homeboy had a ego death, and he ain't get the shake back
Ask me if I'm really a Jew, why the f*ck would I fake that?
Started a whole career, and I did it all in the same hat
I carry pistols like I'm licensed, every hat was righteous
Nitro circus, midlife crisis like JELEEL, I'm biking
That boy a gangster in the macro world, you are not a Viking
They keep tryna beef with me, I'm a mothaf*ckin' bison
They were throwin' shade to the tree house, got struck by lightning
Your favorite rapper ass, rappin' shit that other people writin'
He went to the loch and he ain't see his money back
My bitch got an onion booty, you can keep the honey pack
Golden ticket on his top, show them what the slug worth
I put money in the smoke, I feel like burner and I keep one
And that bitch for the streets and the suburbs (water)
I'm f*cking anything with legs, bitch, murder
Them boys flat earthers
We spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chop, but now he best believe
I'm a crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet
They tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet
Money large, whole wheat
He hit the ground like Jake Brown
I sent the opps fifty feet
Water
Big Dreidel, Big Dreidel
I'm the motherf*ckin' Dreidel Man
Water, uh, uh, ayy, ayy
Put a hole in a cracker, I'm the bagel man
Them boys flat earthers
We spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chop, but now he best believe
I'm a crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet
They tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet
Money large, whole wheat
They hit the ground like Jake Brown
I sent the opps fifty feet
Water
Catch a opp, then exercise the 2nd amendment right that I don't have
Life a highway, I drive like a rascal, I ain't catching flats
Only time I cut corners is the curb, watch me skirt the black
On the tour bus, used to ask for rides from home from Tamarac
I took that bitch to Mr. Chow, you took that hoe to Shake Shack
My homeboy had a ego death, and he ain't get the shake back
Ask me if I'm really a Jew, why the f*ck would I fake that?
Started a whole career, and I did it all in the same hat
I carry pistols like I'm licensed, every hat was righteous
Nitro circus, midlife crisis like JELEEL, I'm biking
That boy a gangster in the macro world, you are not a Viking
They keep tryna beef with me, I'm a mothaf*ckin' bison
They were throwin' shade to the tree house, got struck by lightning
Your favorite rapper ass, rappin' shit that other people writin'
He went to the loch and he ain't see his money back
My bitch got an onion booty, you can keep the honey pack
Golden ticket on his top, show them what the slug worth
I put money in the smoke, I feel like burner and I keep one
And that bitch for the streets and the suburbs (water)
I'm f*cking anything with legs, bitch, murder
Them boys flat earthers
We spin his block and show him different
He was atheist, he saw that chop, but now he best believe
I'm a crete surfer, if I smell blood, get to rippin'
You writin' long articles, I tote extended magazines
Now they glazin' like they work at Krispy Kreme
You beat your meat, I beat my feet
They tried to treat me like a meme
Every opp got cold feet
Money large, whole wheat
He hit the ground like Jake Brown
I sent the opps fifty feet
Water
Big Dreidel, Big Dreidel
I'm the motherf*ckin' Dreidel Man
Water, uh, uh, ayy, ayy
Put a hole in a cracker, I'm the bagel man
Writer: Benjamin Shimon Landy-Pavlon, Rami Ryan Casey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: BLP KOSHER
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Benjamin Shimon Landy-Pavlon, Rami Ryan Casey