Kosher Certified lyrics

[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
n*gga hatin' on me 'cause I knocked his b*tch
Wide grin with this auto fully Drac', you n*ggas not on sh*t
Spendin' all my credit card, n*gga, I'm on my role model sh*t
Man, I just need some Wocky, f*ck about a gold bottle, b*tch
n*gga hatin' on me 'cause I knocked his b*tch
Wide grin with this auto fully Drac', you n*ggas not on sh*t
Spendin' all my credit card, n*gga, I'm on my role model sh*t
Man, I just need some Wocky, f*ck about a gold bottle, b*tch
I just need some Wocky, f*ck about a gold bottle, b*tch
Ayy, you ain't even know I got smack, on my Rocco sh*t
b*tch, you ain't even know I got back, f*ck a Pota', b*tch
f*ck my whole career, I'll slide and then fry your sh*t
He ain't hurt nobody, that n*gga not on sh*t
Yeah, I got the hoes on my body, b*tch apocalypse
Smoke a n*gga, call the f*ckin' pack zotty
It ain't a time that I let sh*t stop me
I'll drink some Wocky, f*ck about that gold bottle, b*tch
On Explore pagе, lookin' at this old model b*tch
Sneak dissin' me on thе issue, oh, that's a b*tch
Brick after brick after brick, my El Chapo sh*t

[Verse 2: BLP Kosher]
Spin ASAP, rocky road on some Flacko sh*t
Trapper got a fully, that's a hungry hippopotamus
My eyes land on an opp, I'm f*ckin' up the road, no Providence
I make the chopper twerk, bottoms up until it's bottomless
He an opp, I'll make him sit down, I watch the opposite
The opps airborne, I made 'em fly away, Lenny Kravitz
Ever since I started, it's been crunch time, Chris Travis
Tossed a gun inside the North Atlantic like I never had it
All they do is tell tales and tuck 'em too, Peter Rabbit
She named my D James, when she comes around, it harden
He bustin' out the whip, them boys rude, I beg your pardon
I'll put a bag on your head, you drive a hard bargain
Livin' life like la vida loca, I'm not Ricky Martin
She said, "Jit, you him," but I'm a dreidel, those are not the pronouns
Me and Mo recordin' in your city, we ain't signed to Motown
She gon' make it boom-de-clap-de-clap, she do the Hoedown Throwdown
b*tch, I feel like Kesha, yelling, "Timber," it's about to go down
This sh*t get deep, leave 'em purple, I want smoke up on the water
Finally, I got the drop and I'm about to meet my stalker
I'm in the trees, I'm makin' sure that they get low like Will's daughter
I dropped a bag in Boca, I don't know the value of a dollar
And she gon' make it clap like them beats from Milwaukee
I made a mill', you the feds, grab a walkie-talkie
It's spelled the same, for Pete's sake, I'm sippin' sake
They done kicked me out the Wharf, now I'm f*ckin' up the Roxy
Salty-ass jit, that boy a saltine cracker
Omega-3 rifle up in the 37 Raptor
You could call it, "Kosher Certified," but I be with them smackers
Mix the song and bounce that sh*t real quick for me, I'm 'bout to send it back to Trapper