Mazel Tron lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron & BLP KOSHER]
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
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia
Water, they let the dreidel in
They let me fly to Cali, Tron, where you at?
sh*t, I'm pullin' up to the court right now
Long live $cams
Water, ayy

[Chorus: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron]
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 b*tches, 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

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
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 b*tch 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 sh*t blasphemy
And free the legend 80s, I can't lie, look up "Veracity"
[Verse 2: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron]
Dreidel Gang and the sh*ttyBoyz, 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

[Chorus: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron]
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 b*tches, 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

[Verse 3: BLP KOSHER]
Lunch lady leftovers, he sh*ttin' 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 sh*t 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 f*ck '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 sh*t impossible, water, ayy
[Verse 4: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron]
This jit be totin' sticks and drums, but he don't do percussion
f*ck 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

[Chorus: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron]
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 b*tches, 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

[Outro: BLP KOSHER & BabyTron]
That b*tch felt like Wimbledon, f*ck 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