Skidoo
Blp Kosher · Skidoo
(You know Rami run that shit up)
Rollie on my wrist, I used the "I heart boobies"
(Ki, you cooked this?)
Waterrr, yeah
Dreidel man, dreidel man, ayy
(That nigga Nate crazy, okay, bet)
Gun up in my pants, I put the K in Ksubis
Rollie on my wrist, I used the "I heart boobies"
They think my life a movie, I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie
I'm gettin' cheese, you a cornball, Pirate's Booty
Gun up in my pants (Ayy, ayy), I put the K in Ksubis (Yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, I used the "I heart boobies" (Ayy)
They think my life a movie, I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (Yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a cornball, Pirate's Booty
Pro tool toter, he don't even reason or use logic
I used to wander 'round the mall, now I'm the hot topic
I'm stayin' modest, look me up on Yahoo
This ain't no happy ending, you'll get touched, no Shiatsu, we pop shit
If you got the proof, put it in the tapioca
Hoes tryna bubble to the tea, but I don't drink boba
Point me to who runs the stars, take your bitch to bossa nova
He put the Draco in his name like he Big Soulja
I ain't no average Joe, this Drac' came with a button
No net-beefin' before the fame, I grabbed the mic, McCrudden
In my pantaloon pockets, got a real glutton
That boy a weasel, grab his hat, I told him, "Check my mink"
Ayy, ayy, raise your glass, I turn the wine pink
Make him blink, 182 diamonds, my mouth look like a rink
Now they breathin' on me in the club, man, these jits stink
Jew gave me the pen and said, "Show me," he gave the kid ink
Gun up in my pants (Ayy, ayy), I put the K in Ksubis (Yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, I used the "I heart boobies" (Ayy)
They think my life a movie, I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (Yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a cornball, Pirate's Booty
Gun up in my pants (Ayy, ayy), I put the K in Ksubis (Yeah)
Rollie on my wrist, I used the "I heart boobies" (Ayy)
They think my life a movie, I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (Yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a cornball, Pirate's Booty
In a sticky one, them boys flakey, this ain't baklava
You gamblin' with your life, I'm with some hoes playing baccarat
Paint a pic' so they feel it, like Jean-Michel Basquiat
Oysters Rockefeller 'round my wrist, and that bit' cost a yacht
If it's smoke, I'm bringing hickory, throw it off the dock (Ayy)
Chopper came with double Ds, I'm tryna motorboat the opps (Grrah)
Them jits ass and they smokin' flakk (Ayy, ayy)
I'm steppin' in my bag and I ain't sellin' out, check the Birkenstock
She suck me like a algae eater, I'm a tank
Yeah, kombucha in my cup 'cause I don't even like the drank
If we spray, I'll leave 'em skunk, Bloody Mary, stop the stank
The real-life fruit ninja, he was ridin' with a shank (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And Michael Myers was a Jew
Serving FAU Owls, I had the feds asking, "Who?"
That's a Glock 23, but this a Catch-22
I left my jeweler on a sled (Ayy), they done let the Jew on the skidoo
Gun up in my pants (Ayy, ayy), I put the K in Ksubis (Ayy, yeah)
Rollie on my wrist (Ayy, ayy), I used the "I heart boobies" (Yeah)
They think my life a movie, I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (Ayy)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a cornball, Pirate's Booty
Gun up in my pants (Pow, pow), I put the K in Ksubis (Pow)
Rollie on my wrist, I used the "I heart boobies" (Ayy)
They think my life a movie, I'm a dreidel, it's a juvie (Yeah)
I'm gettin' cheese, you a cornball, Pirate's Booty
Waterrr
Long live Jew Shiesty, long live Charmane, man
Waterrr
Jew on the skidoo, yeah
Ayy, you know I slid, you know I uh-huh
You know I dropped up out of school just to skate 'round with that tool
Exit 42 Jew, Exit 42 Jew, yeah
Waterrr, dreidel man, dreidel man, waterrr
About Skidoo
"Skidoo" finds Blp Kosher in a pop-minded frame, where a clear central idea and emotional directness are the real strengths. The song works best when its main melodic and rhythmic ideas are allowed to speak plainly, without being crowded by unnecessary decoration. There is a welcome sense of proportion in the way the music presents itself: the hook has room to land, while the surrounding moments support it instead of competing for attention. That restraint gives the performance room to breathe and makes the emotional color feel earned rather than imposed. For listeners returning to Blp Kosher, the song offers a compact example of how mood, pacing, and a recognizable point of view can meet in one place. It is a track for focused listening, especially when the details around the main idea begin to reveal their own quiet pull. The clarity of that approach is its own strength, because it lets the feeling come through without turning every moment into a dramatic demand. Even when it aims for immediacy, the track avoids feeling disposable because its atmosphere remains distinct after the final note. Its emotional center stays firmly in view throughout.