Ay, BLP
Cracka rapper but I ain't RiFF RAFF

I don't even watch no porn (nope)
I don't beat my meat
If the feds pull up I know my rights, so tell em' suck my D
30 bite like it's a German Shepherd, but it ain't no police
Kick back like a laborator retriever, so I'm gon' retreat
Choppa with a dick so fuck a pocket knife, that I don't need
I am not your average Joe, Cracka I'm a different breed
Stick my dick right in yo wedding cake and sing the ABCs
Aventura Mall, slap the fuck out of a Hillbilly
Fuck the [?] at the function, you is not gon' see me
I do not participate in Cuckfest, that shit is not for me
They told me that it's bout' to bе lit, but I'd have to disagree
You talkin' shit but you a park shark, you have no room to speak
Hеr stepdad trying to act tough, I'm bout' to make a scene
And when I pull up to the studio I finna unleash the beast

I ain't tryna chit chat, we ain't gon' shoot the breeze
Cracka rapper but I ain't RiFF RAFF, my name is BLP
Got rid of that lil' dirty stick, now it's lost at sea
These crackas shootin' at iguanas, that shit is sad to see
French hoe eat my dick up like a crepe im talkin bout oui oui (wee wee)
I don't rap, jit this ain't hip hop this shit is poetry
My mixtape about to drop soon, imma name it MBD
I'm really tryna' snap hard, leave crackas in disbelief
They hating on me now because they see my capability
They started talkin' about me when they saw creativity
Yeah and now they tryna' make peace because they see opportunity
Shoulda' cut them crackas off from the start, I felt the energy
Cracka pulled up on me, watch his face turn red like a beet
I'm on powerlines tryna' land a trick, so fuck a [?]
And when I'm done, don't play with my money, send a clip to me
Slide through Lauderdale to Miami, then right back to Deer Creek
My jits be tryna' trick or treat, but it ain't even Halloween
Posted in that Florida water like a fuckin' manatee

I'm a 2000 baby, ain't no respect for you OGs
Run up on me, let this Glock sing like Adam Levine
Call an opp Carlos [?], choppa make him switch back three
Cracka say he want smoke, because he don't like me personally
He knows that I dont give a fuck about no popularity
If I blow up in this rap shit I'm doing charity
And when I'm done with this song I might have some clarity

I just might have clarity