Quite Frankly (Explicit)

BLP KOSHER - “Quite Frankly (feat. Luh Tyler & Trapland Pat)” - Lyrics

We came through the Bronx

Home run they think we’re with the Yankees

Raw Paper championship ring I got it on my pinky

If you don’t see Luh Tyler then the Kosher n**** quite frankly

Trap done went and ran them racks up he just was dressin janky

I’m in the booth me and Trap on that gas man this **** stanky

Got yo ***** in here and she throwin’ ass she keep sayin’ spank me

These n***** they ain’t tryna get no bag I don know what they think

N***a I ain’t tryna make no friendships cause they get to sinking

Hopping out on feet Passion Pit I Take a walk

Machine gun stay by my side like I’m Megan Fox

Them boys playin’ air guitar ***** I really rock

Spody and luh jojo in the cut

That’s a butch a lot

I’m with Luh Tyler no Creator of Future turning bright

Under my shirt that shining armor only hitting licks at night

That’s a dog fight breaking that **** up like Dana White

Jew’s name was Mike Cook he let me cook and pass the mic

Jitterbug jittery I aint buggin’ they some lice

Long nights up in that yota I had to make a sacrifice

They disrespected til they saw I blew up now they actin right

We be shinin’ bright The opps mad flexing moissanite

My side bih from Brooklyn, pull up from that 3

Hit the net another booking

N***** mannhattin’ quit cappin’ for we hook them

Don’t understand why they hatin’ on my chances when I took them

All them hoes on my roster so bad but I don’t whoop them

All my n***** doin good but all my *****es bad

Man I swear these hoes be for the team yea they be getting passed

See you ran you up a lil cash but that ain’t finna last

I be staying in my lane and I ain’t nothing like you n*****

Man my n**** he insane, got a button on his pistol

I’ll hit that n**** ***** like it’s nothing bet he miss her

I just jumped up on the mic and I took off like a missle

I’m a big dog to you n***** bet they call me mister

Can’t get your ***** off me she see these diamonds and these crystals

I’m a snap any time you put me on the instrumental

Look at my neck that ***** on froze It get cold like December

Believe what you see not what you heard cause it aint in vain

Twenty five thousand grams of swappery I zoe’d the strain

Think my Cali bih been tryna go skiing cause of tyler chain

25 aint gon make the cut for that Johnny Dang

I could show you how to make the ends meet if it ain’t circulation

You gon have to really lock in use your concentration

If a n***a say he run Deerfield that’s exaggeration

Ski done beat that hat bout the Z he ain’t even Haitian

Pat told me stay from around a trick he ain’t Odell

Cash rules everything around me like the Carvel

Amy Winehouse I’m sippin cherry in the motel

Sir smoke a lot a lot of opps

Half-baked Dave Chappele

Speedin to that cheese in Saint Pete but I am not rushin

Woot da woo just slid to pine tree with a baker’s dozen

He was stretching **** before the fame like he Danny Duncan

Catch em outback and imma fry em that’s a bloomin onion