Mazel Tron - BLP KOSHER ft. BabyTron

Ayy, KOSHER, you know how to play tennis?

I don't know how to play, but we can go back to back

Alright, it's on

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

Water, they let the dreidel in

They let me fly to Cali, Tron, where you at?

Shit, I'm pullin' up to the court right now

Long live $cams

Water, ayy

They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce?

Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk

I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock

I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks

They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop

Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox

Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot

Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock

Florida to the Mitten, SBDSM X BLP

You a burger with some ham minus cheese, you a BLT

Tables, ladders, chairs, it get extreme, we creep like TLC

You gon' catch some legal bullets, boy, I got a CLP

Oops, I mean CPL, my driver got a CDL

Why this bitch be preachin' like she real, but got a BBL?

If I ever fell off, it was on a trampoline

How I walk out with it on, you would've thought it's fashion week

Off Runtz, defying gravity, the Wraith look like a galaxy

My shooter throw his hoodie on and score, Carmelo Anthony

Was in school, I had that bag on me with more pape' than the faculty

Boy, you grown without a strategy, that's really just a tragedy

Rolled a seven in the Jungo leaf, that's max capacity

They left me in the jungle in the rain, ain't have a canopy

Jugg Messiah, I'm your majesty or that shit blasphemy

And free the legend 80s, I can't lie, look up "Veracity"

Dreidel Gang and the ShittyBoyz, I call it "Mazel Tron"

Feeling like Kareem, I'm throwing hooks with Carti' goggles on

I let this chopper chow down, the same diet as Donkey Kong

Rap the golden ticket, I ain't see a Willy Wonka bar

They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce?

Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk

I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock

I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks

They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop

Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox

Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot

Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock

Lunch lady leftovers, he shittin' on his haters

Flip an opp, no Yoshi Tanenbaum, Glock came with a laser

Two-two then I Tommy Wright III, tell 'em, "Meet your maker"

Pulling capers, I was at La Quinta, I just left The Breakers

They thought I was a con, made it out the sewer, I'm a connoisseur

Me and BabyTron just hit the city, feel like Zeke and Luther

Touch down with the Dog Shit Militia, smoking cow manure

Opp kebab, I introduce the stick and put them on a skewer

Mentioning my damn dog, they won't make it far

Find 'em all and fuck 'em over like a bad A&R

Make 'em jump, Van Halen, we could rock out, no guitar

Let that iron duel like the Renaissance, who tryna spar?

I'm getting rich, them boys non-rich

Opp 'gar, that's a lick, taste like naan bread

This thirty clip common denominator, solvable

They want beef, but that's beyond me, this shit impossible, water, ayy

This jit be totin' sticks and drums, but he don't do percussion

Fuck a doppelganger, I'm the one who really do the stunting

Kill a clown, I put it in the yoke, come grab an Egg McMuffin

I can turn the car into a UFO just pressing buttons

They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce?

Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk

I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock

I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks

They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop

Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox

Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot

Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock

That bitch felt like Wimbledon, fuck around and broke a lil' sweat

Man, what? I'm finna go break the money counter

Don't break your legs slipping behind this drip