Gap Kids Lyrics – BLP KOSHER

Read the complete Gap Kids Lyrics by BLP KOSHER along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Blp Kosher’s music, you can also explore Yota Cheese and Outter Space Pickleball, two other songs by Blp Kosher.

{Intro]

{Verse]
All the opps finnish (Ed) but ain’t from Finland
Skkrt the boat and go back inland
You pouncing out on fu*k cracka’s
He dropping s*it ?? jit was figgin
Pockets deep dish like I’m from the raq but I ain’t from the raq
I got rich but I’m still wearing gap, still dressed up in black (Aww damn ??)
I’m from gap kids my pockets Carlsbad go ass grab
That switchy outlive that wadddrrr with the flash his ass fast
This s*it a hat trick I’m smoking three opps we triple back
You smoking catnip my shooter rolling off a triple stack

{Chorus]
Big dreidel ayy (Wadddrrr)
Fu*kin A
Jit a rat, he think his life a movie, he got flushed away
I’m spreading cheese I used to be a waiter I balance all my plates
They told me wait til marriage just to grieve you know what they say
But I’m married to the money, cracka, we gon fu*k today
Hoppin the fence and throw down
Skating like every damn day
Deerfield beach he won’t survive the crib we so FLA
I’m totin flat iron I need a big cuz my life’s still a steak

{Verse]
We get up close they run away
Opp bought a Glock from double K
Bad lil bih from round my way
She throw it back that funnel cake
I copped a 30 mile ?? from 30 been clutching guns since underage
Pole dance I’m a male stripper but I ain’t goin out like the game
Pluck a opp you think they ??? about you
Your so ???
Buck the tri rail had to go without you, this a money train
I grab the mic forever love my brother Mike like I’m Jermaine

They think I’m booted out my fu*king mind I got a southern twang

{Chorus]
(Hah hah hahhh)
Fu*kin A
Jit a rat, he think his life a movie, he got flushed away
I’m spreading cheese I used to be a waiter I balance all my plates
They told me wait til marriage just to grieve you know what they say
But I’m married to the money, cracka we gon fu*k today
Hoppin the fence and throw down
Skating like every damn day
Deerfield beach he won’t survive the crib we so FLA
I’m totin flat iron I need a big cuz my life’s still a steak