Blp Kosher – Expensive Gas Lyrics

Expensive Gas is the 10th song on “Bars Mitvah”. The name of the song suggests it is a sequel to his 2022 release, “Cheap Gas”.

Expensive Gas Lyrics by Blp Kosher

[Intro]
(Water)
Water, all that
Okay

[Verse 1]
I don’t drink but I might pour ’em one, boo Haman
I’m slidin’ through the thunderstorm just like I know the rain man
Internal Rhyme just hit my line, I asked him, “What the game plan?”
Alpy say we see right through the money, you could call it Ray-Banz
That Derringer rest right on top my scalp, but that’s illegal
Now they wanna lock in for the feat’, so I be waxing, feeble
I’m watchin’ everyone, even a hawk look like an eagle
They don’t want no smoke, expensive gas, so I’ma bring them diesel
Friday the 13th on Shabbat, so who comes after Jason?
They used to treat me like a joke, but I ain’t Jackie Mason
Bars Mitzvah, we gon’ crash the party, fuck a invitation
I dropped out, but I got knowledge, where he got his education?
Ayy, roll the opps in seaweed, they imitation crab
’Cause I don’t got no papers, I know Gary got them raps
They lied on social media, in real life they half-ass
Put the street on crime watch, steppin’ in my half cabs
Them boys salty, yeah, I think they got the gout
Like “Who that Jew boy who be rappin’? And what the fuck comin’ out his mouth?”
They know I’m strapped, something like a saddleback, they askin’ without a doubt
And I don’t know why they’re actin’ sour, but that ‘K finna make ’em crouch
Jit ass, copped deuces, wipe his nose, there’s no mucus
Two thots, if one fuck, her friend gon’ join her, yeah, Lucas
Chopper bucktooth, naked mole rat, jit Rufus (Damn, fuego, this a hit)
Tried to rob me three deep and they hurt themselves, Three Stooges
She blow me like a breathalyzer, I’m givin’ her DUI
Pump faking on your kin, them boys pumpkin, all pie
Fuck the opps, they won’t do shit themselves, they gotta P-A-Y
They like, “Dreidel, is you concrete?”
They told me, “DIY,” ayy

[Bridge]
My shooter don’t identify, he go by they/them
If they holler smoke, I’m blowin’ up they phone like, “Where and when?” (Yeah)
My shooter don’t identify, he go by they/them
If they holler smoke, I’m blowin’ up they phone like, “Where and when?”

[Verse 2]
Climate change, bitch, it’s up, naughty by nature
Told me, “Fuck her in the ocean, call it seacock,” weird behavior
I might be your favorite rappers’ girls’ favorite rapper-skater
Glizzy came right with a snout, I told ’em, “Face the alligator”
Kosher, water
Tighten down and tee up (Ayy)
This chopper dirty, two girls one cup (Yeah)
My opps allergic to the smoke, so puff it up
Ayy, if that’s the case, I’m servin’ all them boys tree nuts (Water, tree nuts)