Pub Sub lyrics

by

BLP KOSHER



[Chorus]
I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis
Smith and Wesson in my syllabus
Trigger finger, this b*tch ticklish
Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list
'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this sh*t off the dome like Psoriasis
I be standing on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist
And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, f*ck it, I'll never go wireless

[Verse 1]
I got a special K, no ketamine
I'm at the club sober, sipping grenadine
Same jits hating since I was hating seventeen
I keep a drac', got a lot of enemies
And I'm smoking all kind of of supremacy
I don't sip Hennessy
I wipe his nose the first time they gave Ben a drill
I get up in front of that mic a lot
You internet beef, I don't type a lot
They know Kosher, I'm good in the hood
But I don't ever be on writers block
I'ma swing the stick, I was once batter
Cracked the ball, I'm a one hatter
On my grind like Arto, I'm not Saari
I'm totin' that metal, them boys lacquer
I was with Bernstein at the Dutch pot
My money Irish like Buckshot
Bad b*tch with a muffin top
She grab on my di*k like a mutton chop
Me and Jew was scammin' Grubhub
I'm a Jew but it's one love
Still catch your ass lacking in public
Come to Florida, grab a pub sub
[Chorus]
I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis
Smith and Wesson in my syllabus
Trigger finger, this b*tch ticklish
Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list
'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this sh*t off the dome like Psoriasis
I be standing on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist
And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, f*ck it, I'll never go wireless

[Verse 2]
I'm skating flat with a Glock in my hand
I flew to Cali, I came with a band
Seek out the road, I'ma shoot out the coupe
That lil' cooling kit on me, I love all of my fans
Glock with a di*k, it got gender dysphoria
They say I make 'em cringe but they cornier
Took my lil' dog, I'ma go cop a rod and get justice, my name could have been Victoria
I'm seeing decimals, no Dewey
They thought I would drown but I swam to the buoy
I'm getting chicken like Huey Magoo's
I got a tooly, that wooly from Luey
Yo' shooter gon' shoot himself, how much yo' smacker make
Choppers spit, it got an aftertaste
I'm spreading love but I'm still gon' attract the hate
f*ck them boys, they tried to call me a castaway
You screamin' f*ck the opps, I told 'em masturbate
I'ma go beat up the I
Everybody shot, we make sure that they vaccinate
We don't let nobody fly
I Cuban the dreidel, she calling me Jewban
I took her to eat at Versailles
One foot on my board and one foot in the industry
If the feds hit me, I still won't comply
[Chorus]
I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis
Smith and Wesson in my syllabus
Trigger finger, this b*tch ticklish
Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list
'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this sh*t off the dome like Psoriasis
I be standing on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist
And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, f*ck it, I'll never go wireless
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