Текст песни BLP KOSHER - The Nac 3

[Intro]
Water, ayy
Water, yeah, ayy, ayy
Dreidel Man inside, yeah
The Dreidel Man up in your [?], ayy, yeah
Water, ayy
Water, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
That cracker broke with no hustle, but he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie, Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin' Doja, dreamin' 'bout the Cat, I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic? Lock me in the stu'
Dirty Diana, I was at the Ross, now I won't dress for less
They was talkin' shit, but now it's, "Congrats on your success"
They want beef, zero stress, field to fork, farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea, but that shit always comes with a catch

[Verse]
They gave that boy a chance, the rapper that they wouldn't answer
Pokin' five deep, full house, Danny Tanner
My chopper gay, have some respect, when I'm in Wilton, I got manners
That Glock McQueen, Alexander, let it sing just like the cantor
They won't forget my silhouette, I'm lurkin' through they window
Get these rappers off my dick before I buy they ass a dildo
I don't give a fuck they sendin' shots, tell them boys, "Ditto"
Dreidel Man hammerhead shark, that boy a fuckin' minnow
Why you beefin' with a kiddo? Why you talkin' to your pillow?
I was stretchin' shit for shitshow, book the opps, that'd be a shit show
I left a mark, I call it skidrow 'cause they dissin' on the big bro
Standard clip in it look like a hippo, why they want me to be a sicko?
Everybody 'round me crank, no yes man, hundred-round drum, leave his ass no info
I leave the coins in the chest of a dead man, she a lil' nac-nac, she a lil' nympho
He used to jwett, now he do crypto, Tiny Tim, I like to tiptoe
Jit was fucked up 'bout Calypso, hill bomb 'em, no Francisco
Paul Revere, the opps are coming, I'ma let 'em peel
Catch that boy and make him backflip like JELEEL!
Saddleback strapped like a horse, but I don't got concealed
You tryna be gangster, I'ma be a star, mass appeal

[Chorus]
That cracker broke with no hustle, but he blames it on the Jews
Blame it on the boogie, Jackson 5 on me too
They smokin' Doja, dreamin' 'bout the Cat, I'm tryna make moves
How the fuck can I be claustrophobic? Lock me in the stu'
Dirty Diana, I was at the Ross, now I won't dress for less
They was talkin' shit, but now it's, "Congrats on your success"
They want beef, zero stress, field to fork, farm to fresh
There's plenty fish up in the sea, but that shit always comes with a catch