(Hee hee hee) I'm a rap dad, fat ass drac' on his hip (He don't want pressure, cheap gas, I call him Costco) Jews, BLP Kosher Waterr, aye They throwin' shade, Sukkot Them boys sweet, glucose That boy got pistol whipped right after tryna crack a Jew joke I unlocked the cheat code, I'm gettin' bread, brioche That choppa lingers round my body like a bad BO Come to Florida you'll get seasick, come to Broward catch a heat stroke My name Kosher and I keep it If it's beef I turn it keto Keep that metal orthopedic, even tucked in my tuxedo Santiago said he see it, kept it realer since Camino (Aye) Gerber baby food, I turnt a dollar to Gazpacho He don't want no pressure, cheap gas, I call him Costco Jumped the fence and it was high, I do the most like I'm Tiago I been running through the storm with it, 380 in my poncho (Aye) Extended mag, curve with them ridges like a bear claw He hangin' out the window with his tongue out like a damn dog Waterr, you had one job I'm clutchin' but I know nothin' bout' them gun laws Aye, I feel like Slenderman I scare a crow I met this bad one from Boca, but I'm not fuckin' with her tone Cause I don't look like Post Malone Screen shot that money, as long as you don't post my loan No Lashon Ha'Ra, please, we can't shoot the breeze Cause I might be the odd man out, Jubilee Climbin' trees, late bloomer, think I lost my sense of humor Uncoordinated walkdowns, what the fuck goin' on with these bloopers? Waterr